Our plans for a nice, long, relaxing weekend in Las Vegas didn't begin as planned. We left Boston around 6:00, landed in D.C. safely. We had a brief layover in D.C., boarded on time around 7:50. This is the point where our luck took a drastic shift. Chris, Claire and I boarded the plane first to allow ourselves extra time getting situated. After nearly 45 minutes of waiting for everyone else to board, we were ready to go. The plane stood still. An hour later, we were notified that a fuel pump was broken and as a result, we'd need to stop to refuel in Kansas City. Wonderful. This delay would push back our arrival approximately 2 hours. We began to taxi from the jetway, only to hear the notification that the left engine wasn't working. Oh, joy! We were less than thrilled with this news and were even less thrilled to hear it would be another hour or so until the mechanic could alleviate the problem. We did end up leaving, arriving safely in Las Vegas at nearly 4:00 am after almost 10 hours on the same plane. It was an incredibly long day. Thankfully, Claire was an angel. I am not sure what Chris and I did to deserve such a perfect kiddo, but we are extremely thankful. This terrible experience could have been so much worse. On the upside, we've been having a great time. My Mom and Dad are loving Claire. Lauren and Jessica are being great aunties and Chris and I are enjoying the heat (80 degrees yesterday) and the break from full-time parenting duties.
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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Hope you guys have a great time and we can't wait till you get back!
Love ya,
Jessica