<p>Idad, I can tell you were hot on that trail, so to speak, based on the number of photos that focused on the water :)</p>
<p>Well, today it would appear I’m toting around three extra pounds of what’s hopefully water weight…between the naprosyne and muscle relaxers from the back spasms and a weekend out of town with abundant offerings of white bread and other unfriendly sustenance plus a party day where I really racked up marathon alcoholic calories – all without any physical activity – I’ve managed to undo most of the good I did all month
and of course, I have only myself to blame, as always ;)</p>
<p>Good thing I know what to do next!</p>
<p>Since at home I’ve had quite a few parties without ballooning up, I’m pretty certain the bread has caused some inflammation. When we got to my mom’s house, she’d had sandwiches on kaiser rolls despite knowing damned well that I’m allergic to wheat (though not anaphylactic), rarely ever eat white bread, and presently typically don’t eat bread at all. (She’s diabetic and shouldn’t be eating white bread either but her boyfriend likes it and apparently therefore that’s what gets served for a meal). I was starved and had been on the road all morning so I just let it go and ate the damned thing rather than argue with her boyfriend about it, then suffered seriously through the first half of the party for it.</p>
<p>So the second night I was there, I’d offered to pick up fixings for supper on my way home from a friend’s (thinking I would make something more healthful for dinner) but no, she and my sister had “a meal planned.” Got there, and the duo had made idiot kaisers with pork loin this time, but special for me had used whole wheat kaisers, which I then felt crappy about rejecting, since boyfriend was clearly not happy with the choice…so again I just shut up and ate.</p>
<p>Moral of the story is do not dine with saboteurs if you don’t have the moxy to resist :)</p>
<p>On the bright side, I was told by an old high school friend (male) at the party that I’d “gotten (my) high school a**” back. Apparently I was known for athletic glutes in the day. Who knew?</p>
<p>So today I get to reinvent myself as someone who’s losing weight. Good thing it’s two weeks until the Canadian wedding weekend. But then only another two weeks until a suspected complete debauch in St. John’s, Newfoundland, for a week. On Friday, I was a half pound from my end-of-summer-goal of -40…but I am realizing it might not be as close as I think if there are too many more merry tumbles from the wagon!</p>