I’ve been doing really great about working out 4-5 times a week for the past 6 weeks or so. I’ve been watching what I eat (mostly). It hadn’t show much on the scales yet (4 lbs, give or take), but I figured it would take some time. I find that frustrating, but it’s what “they” say. (Though if you’re my husband, you can lose 5 pounds by giving up potato chips for a week.)
This has secretly been part of my “get healthier and maybe miraculously get pregnant” plan (part of my effort to “try, but not consciously.”)
Then I went to Vegas. Unfortunately, what happened there did not stay there. It came home on my butt.
I was only there 3 days and I gained 4 lbs. WTF? I didn’t even eat THAT bad. If the food was bad (as it was for 3 meals), I just picked at it and mostly skipped it. I did have dinner at a fabulous French restaurant (Hubert Keller’s Fleur de Lys) and one fabulous breakfast (Blintzes at Carnegie Deli), not to mention a whole lot of margaritas. I also walked a LOT.
No more margaritas for me, I guess! Think it will take 6 more weeks to lose the 4 I had previously lost and another 6 to lose 4 more? ARGH!
