Sunday wine, bbq and getting fat

We found good Texas BBQ yesterday, just a mile from the winery we visited to pick up Jenn's selection of Wine Club wines.  We also got a free glass of vino at the winery and it was nice to sit and chat over a glass of wine without any other distractions like dogs, jigsaw puzzles, CSY re-runs or phones.  Not bad wine, either, especially considering it comes from Texas grapes.

The BBQ joint was Roscoe's in Burleson and it was quite delicious.  Ribs and brisket, damn good cole slaw, pinto beans and sweet potato fries.  Great sauce, tangy, not thick and not sweet.  If the place was closer, I would be getting take-out at least once a week.  It's about a thirty minute drive away, far enough to be a nuisance but close enough to satisfy the craving now and then.

I am beginning to understand why a lot of Texans are fat.  It is partly because of the overwhelming number of fast food places and partly because there isn't really anything to do exercise-wise unless you join a gym.  Sure, you can get up at 6:30 in the morning and go for a nice walk or a jog, but after that it's too hot to be outside.  And yes, you can go to some air conditioned mall and walk around but that's not really exercise, that is window-shopping.  Especially out here in the suburbs, even if you wanted to walk around an interesting neighborhood, you can't because there aren't any.  If you were downtown Dallas or Ft. Worth, perhaps, but not here.  So you just sit around a lot and read or watch TV or sleep.  And thus, you get fat.  Plus, by the time evening comes along you are rather bored so you get a beer or two or make a tasty margarita, and we all know how that alcohol packs the calories.

The above is nothing but a justification for my porkiness, and I totally admit that.  Hey, we all need to justify something, to have some sort of explanation of our flabbiness or whatever our faults are and that is my explanation of one of my many faults.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.