I've spent the last two days in Denver at the International Positive Behavior Support Conference. No, smart alecks...this was NOT for my behavior. HA!
For the past two weeks I've had a sinus and ear infection. A week ago I finally caved and went to the doctor only because I knew I had to get on a plane. The doctor gave me an antibiotic to start and eventually a steroid. On the day I was feeling my worst I went to have a work out with Trainer Mike. I couldn't lift anything and had no strength. That was a week ago yesterday. I haven't been to the gym since. UGH! We were going to work out tonight, but things were changed around and now I'm meeting with him on Monday. This will give me a chance to get in the gym for the next two days and hit it on my own so that perhaps Monday won't be so grueling.
Before leaving for Denver, I had lost four pounds. Now maybe this was because I hadn't been working out or perhaps it was because I was really watching what I was eating because I was terrified of the steroid effect. It really doesn't matter. I am quite sure if I get on the scales in the morning there will be a significant increase in the number. Add to the fact that I haven't been working out, the past three days of sitting. I've either been sitting in an airport, on an airplane, or in a conference session. The only breaks have been when my colleagues and I went for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Wednesday night's dinner wasn't even until 11:00 p.m. because of our flight delay. That was midnight our time. Yesterday's lunch was at the Hard Rock Cafe. I ordered a salad!!! I think the fried chicken and dressing that was on it kind of defeated the purpose. Last night someone had recommended an Italian place to us saying "It will be the best Italian you ever eat." Okay...he was soooo RIGHT!!! Imagine our surprise when the salad made Olive Garden salad seem like Road Kill. The salad was sooo good in fact that we asked for extra dressing so we could dip the warm home made bread in it. Then came the Ziti I ordered. Chefs shouldn't cook food this good. They really shouldn't. Now I can't even describe to you teh three layered chocolate cake the size of a whole pie that went by our table. I gasped out loud when I saw it. I could hardly get my friend's attention fast enough to make sure she saw it as well. You'll be happy to know we didn't order it. Instead, we ordered the smore cake. It was just as large. We were all pretty miserable walking the three blocks back to the hotel. Hey does that count that each time we went to eat we walked about three blocks there and back??? I know...it totally doesn't.
I guess the moral of this story is the thin girl who is struggling to get out was thrown down by the fat girl while in Denver. The fat girl didn't even care about what was right. She was overwhelmed by all the choices and just went for it. The thin girl needs to get stronger and fight back. This next week I'm on spring break. Going to spend some serious time working out and concentrating on diet. I'll keep you posted and let you know how it goes!
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