Chubbyland in Vancouver

It's been three and a half weeks since I came back to Vancouver for my annual family gathering trip.  I have to admit I truly miss my hubby and my puppy a WHOLE lot (and some more), and I can't wait to snuggle up to them and give them endless hugs.  Yet I'm slightly sad that my trip is half over as spending time with my little precious baby niece is just priceless.  Aside from that, I miss spending time with my parents and my sis.  Ever since I moved to the States, I rarely see my sister anymore.  This is the first time since I got married that I can spend so much time with her without rushing to here and there.  There's also my parents' dog -- my first ever puppy.  I miss him so much too and can't help but spoil him a little too much as he's been such an angel to the baby.  You just can't help but fall in love with that that little chubbyball.  Even though I have my own dog now, this little guy will always have a special place in my heart.

Aside from all the sentimental cheesy stuff, one thing that finally hits me is that I can feel my pants getting a little too tight for comfort since yesterday.  I am still in a slight state of denial and have push aside the thought of stepping onto a scale to acknowledge the actual damage done to my weight.  Maybe tomorrow is the day to start exercising and be a little more healthy conscious.  What can I say though, Vancouver is truly a food-lover's heaven.



This is only one dish we had on the first day of Chinese New Year.  This dish is made from the legs of a 9 lb. Alaskan King Crab my Mum has ordered for the special occasion.
  The upper part of the legs are deep fried made into another dish, and the rest of the meat is torn up, shredded, and mix-in with the fried rice.  On top of that, we had snake soup (afterall it's the year of Snake) and couple other equally scrumptious dishes.  That is a dinner to be remembered...yum!

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