The good old national pastime. Baseball.

You know, where you root, root, root for the home team?

And eat, eat, eat ’til you’re as big as… well, Frank “The Big Hurt” Thomas.

This past Sunday, Jane, her husband Steve, my husband Barry and I went to a baseball game at Fenway Park in Boston. The day was spectacular. A warm breeze. Just enough clouds to diminish ultra-burning sun rays. A thunder storm for a little diversion. A couple of drunken fans for good measure. Even an older European guy sitting right behind us with no shirt on (and with no apparent notice that no-one else in the entire park was shirtless.  Sorry, no photo).

And FOOD. Now, I’ve been to Fenway Park many times before, but never with the tweight of my Tweightloss Team on my shoulders. I had promised and vowed and pledged to myself that I would not succumb to the sights and sizzles and smells of everything summer. Everything Fenway. Everything fattening. I would do it for the “team.

Let me interject here that I was with members of my family, but these said family members are also Tweightloss Challenge competitors. Jane is on Team Twit Fit. Barry is on Team Super Stars. Steve is the leader/trainer of Team Outworkin’ Them All. And I am on Team Faturation Point. This is serious stuff. Red Sox/Yankees stuff. New England Patriots/NY Giants kind of stuff.

Could I be talked into an Italian Sausage Grinder by Mr. Steven (100% Italian) Porricelli? No.

Could I be seduced by big, steamy, hot containers of “hawt dawgs”? (I had to toss in the Boston accent.) No.

Could I almost taste the sugary-sweet-memory-filled-oh-so-melt-in-your-mouth-delight of artificially colored and tasting cotton candy? Yes. But no.

Could I settle in with a 0-calorie, non-artificial anything, why-am-I-drinking-this-at-a-ballgame bottle of Poland Springs? I tried.

Because I could not resist… (nor do I feel any twinge of Tweightloss guilt)… a nice, big plastic cup of ice-cold Miller Lite.

Heck. After the beer, I actually turned my back on my old friends, the peanuts and Cracker Jacks.

OK. Play ball, boys!  Wouldn’t you know, Jason Bay rocked the ballpark!

(as an aside, I did lose 2 pounds last week during Week 1 of The Tweightloss Challenge… and I thank my fabulous teammates and competitors and trainers and tweeple for keeping me focused all week on my exercise and nutrition. I’m already hitting a home run in Week 2! And CONGRATULATIONS to the 81 Tweightloss Tweeple who collectively lost 116.5 pounds last week! That’s a lotta hawt dawgs!)