Steak & Shake
Another Pizza Place I Can’t Remember the Name Of
Happy Chinese (Okay, this was actually the night I got home. But hey -would YOU feel like cooking after a weeklong road trip??)
The above is obviously a list of places where I dined over the past week. I thought about detailing what I ate along with the restaraunts, but really, who wants to get depressed right off the bat on this, the last morning before my vacation ends? I’m already sad enough as it is, what with the whole vacation ending thing. I look at that list in awe, as that’s more eating out than I’ve done in the past few months and it was all accomplished in seven days.
As planned, I did not make one entry into my calorie journal while I was gone. As not planned, I did not exercise once. Well, unless you count the hour or so my sister and I walked laps around the hotel in our flip flops and pajama pants one night. Which I don’t. Or the few minutes I was holding on for dear life while riding on a gigantic tube behind a speeding boat. Which doubtfully counts as an aerobic action, but certainly felt like exercise the next day when it hurt to raise my arms above my head. This speaks volumes about my increased upper body strength, however. Back in the day, when I was growing up around lakes and rivers and the Gulf, my weakness sadly thwarted most water-related sports. I spent many water skiing outings driving the boat.
Anyway. It was with some trepidation that I stepped on the scale this morning, all those ridiculous meals of the previous seven days flashing through my head. Especially since the day I left I’d gleefully stepped off the scale finally, FINALLY having reached the ten-pounds-down mark I’d been striving for for what seemed like an eternity.
Four of those ten pounds have reappeared.
While that is slightly disappointing, it’s not at all surprising.
I guess it could’ve been worse.
At least I didn’t give in to the gas station SlimJim.
That sound you hear?
That’s me, creakily climbing back up onto the wagon.