Picture from Wackystuff on Flickr, who describes it as a: "1940s pin-up card dispensed from penny arcade vending machines."
We came home yesterday after five days in Nevada. We had a great time, visiting relatives in Boulder City and spending 24 hours together in Las Vegas. Since this is my fitness blog, I'll keep my summary relevant: this was challenging to a healthy lifestyle! Since we were guests of my husband's family, we didn't choose the restaurants we went to, and I was frequently tempted to overindulge by the yummy-sounding choices on the menus . I tried to stick to my healthier habits, and sometimes I did okay. I drank no soda the entire trip, only water with lemon. I admit that I wavered the night of our dinner in Vegas, but fortunately, they only had Pepsi, and my poison is Coke, so I opted out. When I had sandwiches, I refused the French fries and had fruit or cottage cheese instead. I turned down dessert, although not always. We filled the guesthouse fridge with fruit and Breyers Smooth and Dreamy chocolate carmel ice cream sandwiches.
My plan was to avoid weighing myself for a week, and stick to better habits now that I'm home. I did workout last night after we returned. But, I couldn't stay off the scale. I told myself that it wouldn't count, that it was evening and I was fully clothed. And the scale said...I lost six pounds. I couldn't believe it. True, I wore my new clothes and they continued to fit me, but it seemed too good to be true. Guess what? It was. I weighed myself twice, got the same reading, demanded of Kristian if the scale could be off, and once I accepted it, I went back upstairs and weighed myself again. Unfortunately, that time, and two more times, showed that I've only lost a pound. Now, I doubt even that, so I haven't recorded it. So, I'm staying off the scale until next Thursday morning, when I do my "official" weigh in.
Really.
I mean it.
