Well, maybe it's not "bad" news, but it's definitely not a post about how I went to Vegas and stared a buffet in the face and said, "HELL NO!" ... Rather, it's about how I went to Vegas, and made sweet, sweet, culinary love to the buffet. In fact, it began at the Super Bowl, when I did not stop myself from eating fried chicken and tortilla chips with my brother's maddeningly good homemade guacamole.
I went out of control, don't care, ate whatever sounded good, and did it for a whole week. I spent seven days knee-deep in food, and I'm only 3.5 or 4-ish pounds up from where I was before vacation. Not too shabby, considering I was shoveling candy hand over fist into my mouth last night.
You guys, it's true. Eating bad makes you eat more badly just because once your body gets some of the bad stuff, it wants more. I never was a sweet tooth, but this week ate sugar. Like, lots of it. Cakes, candy, margaritas, etc.
Last night, I was inhaling skittles, chocolate covered peanuts and pretzels, mike and ikes, and I had a piece of carrot cake. Dan was just staring at me, "Whoa, I've never seen you like this!"
The sugar monster took hold of me. So today I'm cutting that bastard off, cold turkey. Plus, I'm pretty sure if I tried on those size 8 skinny jeans that they would NOT come close to zipping up as they did a few weeks ago. I need to keep moving forward.
So, here's a visual of some of the stuff I ate! It started out well enough, with a Cobb Salad (super awesome for low carbers) on the first day:
Then, I went for a dinner at Margaritaville, and had this lovely combo, and did NOT eat the bun. I started to sample little fries off of Dan's plate at this point, and maybe had some of his onion rings. I die for onion rings.
So, that was pretty much the end of the good eating. I tried to maintain at the Flamingo's buffet (which is the most awful, crap food in the universe, so please, skip it.) And they had sugar free cake. I had a piece of that, but then ate a cookie and some soft serve with m&m's. No idea why I did that. The next day and the next day just progressively became more and more like "Aw, fuck it, I'm on vacation in Vegas!" And, that's how I ate. Buffets with desserts and potatoes and pastas, and TCBY at the airport, and a bagel for breakfast, and all the sugar and carbs I should not have eaten. But come on. Chicken, spinach and Brie crepes at Paris? HAD to have it.
Or, this vegetarian restaurant we went to in Denver when I came back? They had a scramble with cage free eggs, spinach, brie and sun dried tomatoes! Also, there's a biscuit there with raspberry jam and sweet potato home fries! Holy crap. I love food.
Now I didn't go CRAZY overboard like this might suggest... I just didn't care. I didn't cut those things out. The only day I stuffed myself was at the World Buffet at the Rio (amazing, you must go if you visit Vegas, and I'm sorry I didn't take photos... I was too overwhelmed by the awesomeness and I forgot.) -- but I was miserable and thought I was gonna die afterward. We also probably walked about six miles that freakin' day. So, given the amount of walking and *other* activities that took place... I think that's why I'm not that far up from where I started, weight wise.
I'm not lamenting my decisions. I'm just hopping back up on that freakin' horse, and I'm not jumping off again for a long time. I had to go ahead and change my weight tracker on the right side of my blog, and I'm up from my low weight last month by like, seven pounds. Now, I fully will admit that the low weight there was taken after a night of drinking, so it was probably a ...bit... incorrect. ;) BUT! I must have something going on inside my head because instead of typing "173.6" I typed "213.7" ... Yeah, I think my brain is messed up.