Las Vegas=@fatroll fails
It’s all around you, from the time you step off the plane to the limo ride to the hotel to the moment you step inside the hotel/casino. No, not gambling – though yes, I have played my fair share of Wheel of Fortune at Terminal C – but food. AND not only food, but lots and lots of alcohol.
You see the results of such food intake at the pool (I’m particularly thinking of the 250+ lb. woman with a thong bikini on and hoping I’ve scarred that mental image into your brain as well) to the long lines at the all-you-can-eat buffet. But the food is calling to you from everywhere – and it’s either free or cheap.
And as a former starving college student, the second you see/hear/smell anything related to free food or booze, you gravitate towards it. It pulls you in, and then makes you want to take in as much of it as you can before you return to normalcy – in this case, eating @fatroll approved foods that cost you actual money.
Sigh. It was hard, I’m not going to lie. But I did it!*
*sort of
I guess my problems started while waiting for my plane at the Austin airport. The sweet aroma of Auntie Anne’s soft pretzels called to me. Oh, it was so glorious, especially from my seat that overlooked the stupid stand. And after an hour and a half of waiting for my plane to arrive, I caved and got a cinnamon sugar pretzel. According to my trusty LoseIt app, I only ate about 500 calories though, which only put me at 50 calories over my limit for the day.
Unfortunately, my husband was hungry by the time I met up with him at the hotel, and um, I ended up having a sandwich with French fries. Whoops. Suddenly I was 400 calories over for the day.
No worries though. I had brought workout clothing and could make up for lost calories the next day.
Except I didn’t. The whole time I was there. In my head (the murky place that it becomes on a vacation), I suddenly thought that laying out at the pool for two hours a day was JUST LIKE my last ditch sauna efforts on Thursdays and “most likely” burned about 200 calories just sitting out there in the 100+ degree weather. Right?! Idiocy is a lot clearer in the light of day, or in this case, far far away from the lights of Vegas and in the confines of this tell-all weight loss blog.
But really, other than that, I didn’t fail too bad. According to my LoseIt calculations (which may be off because I have no idea what they cooked my Pad Thai or buffet food IN), I was only off by 500 calories over the course of five days. That’s not counting my “layouts” – to be fair to myself. I weighed myself today though, and I’m up a pound, but I still have two days to course correct!
Point being, that if I’m up a pound after eating in Las Vegas for five days, I’m thinking it could be a whole lot worse. And I’m not going to let one stupid weekend get in the way of my goals. So take that, glorious buffet. I only had two cookies and a spoonful of peach cobbler instead of the five different cakes I really wanted. That’s progress.
