All You Can Eat

I made a complete asshole out of myself at one of the infamous Vegas buffets. It was a breakfast buffet and, OMG, breakfast is one of my favorite things ever. It's the one meal of the day when you can have dessert (hello! Chocolate chip pancakes!) and get away with calling it a meal. I loaded my plate up with bacon and sausage and scrambled eggs (with cheese!) and fried potatoes. The aforementioned chocolate chip pancakes. If it can be considered breakfast food, it was on my plate that morning. I also completely skipped the fruit bar. I mean, if I was going to go unhealthy, I was gonna go unhealthy!

I was an asshole again when we had our Thanksgiving dinner (the Saturday after Thanksgiving). Scratch that. I was an a-hole the next morning when I had a HUGE piece of chocolate pie for breakfast and followed it up with a heaping helping of potato casserole to "cut the sugar."

Yeah.

Add to that alllllllllllllllll the food (and drinks!) I consumed on vacation and our actual Thanksgiving dinner, not to mention the fact that I had the buffet at KFC the first night we were back (why does the word 'buffet' make us think BINGE is okay?) and it's no wonder that the scale weighed four pounds heavier when I stepped on it Tuesday morning.

Yikes!

The Sunday before we left, I weighed in at 143 . . . my lowest weight to this point (and that is after having a late supper -- and a Sonic Brown Bag, at that, the night before). Tuesday morning, I was 147. This morning, I was back down to 144.2. So maybe Tuesday's weight was water retention? Who knows.

It's funny that 149 was my goal weight. 147 was the weight when I surpassed my goal. Yet I freaked out when I saw it on the scale. Was it the number? Or the fact that four pounds had attached themselves to my body in only two weeks of bad eating and little exercising? I'm hoping it's the latter . . . though, I'll be the first to admit that I like that number being BELOW 145.

Hubs and I enjoying a nice meal (crab nachos, Mmmmm!) in Veeeeegas: