I ordered a sub from subway with no cheese on it!
Monday, June 24, 2013
Granted, I just forgot to ask for cheese when a co worker asked if I wanted anything from there, but the bottom line is the same, isn’t it?
I’ve been keeping track of everything I’m eating the last few weekend for blc purposes, but not tracking it on here, mostly because I find the tracker too annoying, too demanding of a level of specificity that’s hard to achieve when eating ethnic foods, or some fancy composed salad. Plus it lets me live in ignorant bliss about whether I’m eating within whatever range the tracker suggests I should be in. Granted, there are some days, like this entire weekend, when it’s obvious that that range is obliterated (went to a wedding in Madison, so not only were there festivities, but also catching up with other friends to be done, and a mini golf course that was too closely situated to a frozen custard purveyor. I partook gleefully. And headed right to the fitness room upon arriving at the hotel.
Well, maybe not immediately after arriving, as I went to a new place, after having stayed in the same hotel the first three months of this job. New place, shall we say, is fancy. Other than not receiving wine and cheese as someone had suggested might greet me upon my arrival (probably for the best), and not being able to figure out how to watch the TV in the elliptical’s display panel, I’m rather impressed. I’d stayed long enough at the previous place to get to the top status level, and apparently, in real terms (as opposed to accruing hotel points) it was worth a bottle of water and a snack. At the current place, where they matched the status, as incentive for moving over, big dog status means access to a lounge where they have fridges stocked with water and soda and a few snackages (granola bar, or fruit) 24/7, and free breakfast stuff in the morning, and free appetizers in the evening. I suspect that my water intake will increase dramatically, for having access to those bottles of water.
Not sure what impact the snackages might have. Dinner last night was a small plate of veggies (broccoli and cauliflower and carrots, oh my!) with 1 chicken finger, partly because I was still carrying around the sundae I’d consumed after mini golf. But then I worked out, and got hungry and wandered over to the mcdonalds across the street at 11 PM. One grilled chicken wrap isn’t going to kill me, but maybe next time, a granola bar? So I could see good come out of the proximity and availability of the snackages.
The weight was up a tad higher coming out of the weekend, which I’m not surprised by. Up to me, as ever, to make the next turn of the wheel move downward.