...and I'm back! And skinnier!

After an eight day break, I am happy to be home and focusing on my weight-loss again. We weighed ourselves this morning. This is our sixth week I think. David is down to 17lbs lost. Only three away from his goal!! That means he'll get his 20lb achivement prize before me. Bastard.

And me? I don't know how, but I lost 4lbs on my vacation. I'm down 13 and only ONE POUND away from getting out of the 200's.

Squeel!!!!

It's definitely giving me the motivation that  I need to pick things back up and really start focusing on shedding this fat. I was getting so discouraged and although I wasn't going to quit, I wasn't excited about it anymore either. This vacation is exactly what I needed I guess. 

So, how well did I stick to weight watchers while on my trip? Let's see.... I didn't track my points, I ate a bunch of junk, and I didn't walk at all. So not that good I guess. I think I lost weight because even though I ate poorly, I ate very little. It wasn't all intentional either.

I left for New Mexico on Monday around 10 a.m. I had a cooler full of bottled water and dt. Mountain Dew. I stopped at the gas station and picked up a 6-pack of hostess donuts and a small bag of sour cream and onion chips. I was off to a real great start.
I was totally planning on stopping in Amarillo, Tx (the half-way point) and picking up some grub. I decided I was going to eat what I wanted - I didn't care about points that day. I wanted to make this boring road trip as fun as possible. When I got there, though, I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat. I wasn't all that hungry either. As I was leaving the city, I started craving tacos. I decided that the next city I came to, I would stop and get me some yummy Taco Bell.
I still had 4 more hours to travel, and about 20 more cities to drive thru, and not one freakin place had a Taco Bell. Seriously. But I didn't want anything else so I just kept on driving. When I got to mom's around 530 (she's an hour behind me so technically I got there at 630) she had Dominoes waiting and I scarfed down.

The next few days were weird though. I wasn't hungry. I ate Taco Bell one day, McD's the next, but I just got small meals and didn't eat much else throughout the day. It's probably just as well - we mainly stayed indoors and watched TV and Movies. I have permenantly put a caitrin-sized buttprint into the right cushion of my mom's couch.

I left Friday morning at 7. I had every intention of hitting up Dunkin Donuts when I got to Santa Fe (about 20 min away from Mom's) and getting a large Iced Mocha Latte with an extra shot of Expresso, and 2 (or three) donuts. For the first time, though, I ended up getting lost. By the time I got back on the right highway and passed Dunkin Donuts, it was packed and I didn't want to stop. I decided the next fast food place I see I would stop at and pick up breakfast. I was on my way out of Santa Fe by that point. The next fast food place I saw was Carl's Jr, about two and a half hours later. I got a large meal with a egg, sausage, and cheese croissant. I couldn't even finish it. A first for me.

When I got to Amarillo again, I wasnt hungry, so I didn't pick any food up. On my way out of the city I started craving a Dairy Queen Blizzard. It wouldn't be easy to eat it and drive but I didn't care. All i wanted was a chocolate blizzard with reecees peanut butter pieces in it. The joke was on me though - I didn't pass another Dairy Queen. I got home at 5, starving since I hadn't had anything to eat since 10ish, and i was still craving ice cream. That whole road trip was one big disappointment.

David was so happy to see me. We've been together 10 years and still can't tolerate being apart from each other. I had missed him so much. We decided to celebrate being together again by getting Little Caesars Pizza and renting a movie. I pigged out. It was great.

Today will be the first day I have walked since over a week ago. I'm probably going to be sore. I'm still shocked I lost weight last week. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it sometimes. I'm so close to my goal of getting under 200lbs I could almost dance. This week I'm going to lose a few more pounds and get out of this weight-range. I'm pumped and excited and extremely hyped up. I go back to work tomorrow but I like my job so I'm not too upset about that. I hope Gertrude hasn't lost any more weight - that might bring me down a little, but this time off has made me realize that focusing on her and what she's doing is only making things worse for me. I need to just concentrate on me.

Although I think it's still perfectly acceptable to stare daggers into the back of her head when she's not looking.