This is officially the last week of Sassy's Seven Week Challenge. I know I had promised, or at least intimated, inspirational posts to keep us all driving toward our goals. As I'm sure you are aware, I have not delivered. The car that was doing the driving stalled in the driveway. It's this close to being up on blocks and causing the neighbors to call an emergency meeting of the homeowners association.
I should be taken out back and flogged.
This is not to say, however, that all is lost. In fact, I can quite comfortably say that all is definitely NOT lost. Not the seven pounds I was aiming for anyway. Looking on the bright side, I have re-lost the two pounds I re-gained on vacation a few weeks ago. On the not so bright side (at least from a weight loss perspective), I have another vacation next week and this time I'm not staying home, ergo, I will be eating out. A lot. And sweet mother of mocha, I will be enjoying it immensely.
You see, me and my three best buddies, Friendster Guy, Vladimir Putin, and George W will be hanging out on the coast of Maine together eating lobster. It's great for international relations, not so great for my waist line. Condi and I may be hanging out in the gym together. Luckily, I am staying in a (top secret) location that includes a full kitchen. I have grand plans to bring fruit and veggies to snack on instead of my usual, throw caution to the wind, junk food extravaganza (i.e. s'more fixins, etc...) I'll save the calories for blueberry cobbler and seafood dipped in butter. Pardon me, I may have just drooled a little.
But when I return we shall carry on the Challenge in some way. Putin is bringing over a contingent of former Russian gymnasts and we're going to hash out a plan.
I should be taken out back and flogged.
This is not to say, however, that all is lost. In fact, I can quite comfortably say that all is definitely NOT lost. Not the seven pounds I was aiming for anyway. Looking on the bright side, I have re-lost the two pounds I re-gained on vacation a few weeks ago. On the not so bright side (at least from a weight loss perspective), I have another vacation next week and this time I'm not staying home, ergo, I will be eating out. A lot. And sweet mother of mocha, I will be enjoying it immensely.
You see, me and my three best buddies, Friendster Guy, Vladimir Putin, and George W will be hanging out on the coast of Maine together eating lobster. It's great for international relations, not so great for my waist line. Condi and I may be hanging out in the gym together. Luckily, I am staying in a (top secret) location that includes a full kitchen. I have grand plans to bring fruit and veggies to snack on instead of my usual, throw caution to the wind, junk food extravaganza (i.e. s'more fixins, etc...) I'll save the calories for blueberry cobbler and seafood dipped in butter. Pardon me, I may have just drooled a little.
But when I return we shall carry on the Challenge in some way. Putin is bringing over a contingent of former Russian gymnasts and we're going to hash out a plan.
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