I Just Don’t Get It!
Last weekend, since it was my first “mini-vacation” in ages, I decided I wasn’t going to count calories. I wasn’t going to worry about what I ate. I was in a luxury hotel with room service and free Happy Hours, and I was going to enjoy myself.
Friday night’s dinner: a Reuben sandwich and French fries. And cocktails. Many, many cocktails.
Saturday’s meals: cheese omelet with fruit; turkey club sandwich with fries; steak with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed veggies. Three “Red beers” instead of cocktails. (Hey, they’ve got tomato juice and that’s “good” for me!)
Sunday’s meals: bagel with smoked salmon, cream cheese and red onion; a bacon-mushroom-Swiss burger with curly fries; green salad and grilled pork chop with pineapple rings. Iced tea.
I stood on the scale this morning a little worried about the damage done over the weekend — not that I’d change a thing; it was lovely not worrying about calories.
The result? I lost a pound.
I. Lost. A. Pound.
I ate like a freakin’ pig and did little more than lounge around in my hotel room, reading and watching TV, and I lost a pound.
It’s enough to make me crazy!

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