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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Project Bombshell - Will It All Go To Hell In Vegas?

So here's the scoop for those of you who don't regularly peruse my other blog: I'm going to Vegas - rather unexpectedly (thanks to the generosity of some wonderful friends) - this weekend for a girl's weekend away.

Holy cow! Vegas, baby!

I honestly have nothing I can wear that I feel great in, partly because I've got a lot of working Mom clothes and a few stained tee shirts and jeans and not a whole lot in between, but also because I've lost enough weight that my regular clothes aren't fitting in a very flattering way. I look lumpy and blousy and it's not ideal.

On top of that, I'm so broke I can't rub two nickel together, let alone buy any new clothes.

And I flatly refuse to buy any new clothes. Not till I'm where I want to be weight-wise. So my penance for years of overindulgence in homemade brownies and plates of cheese fries?

Lumpy, frumpy Vegas.

In the meantime, I'm down nearly fifteen and still going strong. Tomorrow starts my least favorite phase of the diet - phase two, where I can only eat protein and veggies. Ugh. Last week, I tried to get creative. I bought a big bag of broccoli slaw, and I thought to myself, "Self, if I wrap that up in a slice of lean turkey lunchmeat, it'll give it some crunch and probably be pretty good."

Self, sometimes you're an idiot.

This looks so promising, doesn't it?

Broccoli and carrots all nice and julienned, ready to wrap up in a mouthwatering slice of turkey...

Except, it sucked. The broccoli and carrots were hella dry (I guess to keep it from getting slimy in the bag) and they didn't just crunch, they squeaked. They sucked every bit of moisture from my mouth and swallowing was agony. They added nothing to my lunchmeat but pain.

I never want to go back there. Don't make me go back there.

And you're probably thinking, well if you gave them a light vinaigarette dressing or something, they wouldn't have been so dry. But alas, gentle reader, that must wait for phase three, because I'm not allowed fat or oil of any kind - even in scant amounts - until phase three. When, coincidentally, I will be in Las Vegas.

Trying not to eat too much and wondering how many calories every single drink has. But hey, I hear it's a lot of walking and it will be broiling hot. How much of that can I sweat off in my oversized clothes, do you think?

Time will tell. In the meantime, I'm going to try to have fun and not overdo to the point of wrecking everything I've accomplished so far.

Wish me luck!

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