So the boy and I went to Santa Fe this weekend. And pretty much ate and drank nonstop. I'm okay with it because it was my decision to have a great weekend and enjoy myself and that's exactly what I did. So remember I had gained five pounds. Well last week I lost all but two of that, which still sucked because it was a two pound gain. Then of course I went and probably gained about 30 pounds, but I'm going to try to get some of that bloat and water weight off before I step on the scale again.
The good news is, I did work out in Santa Fe. I didn't have the little book where my trainer wrote down all of my moves, but I did my best. All in all, a fabulous weekend with the boy and a couple pound gain will be worth it. Let's hope that doesn't happen anyway though. Today is serving as sort of a detox day, and I made it to the gym tonight as well. I'm feeling good and ready to kick some pre-holiday ass. I don't have any delusions about how hard these next two weeks are going to be, but I'm still going to give it a shot. If I can come out of 2005 under 190, I'll be happy. About 10 weeks ago I said I wanted to come out of 2005 at 175. Clearly that is not happening. I'm sort of ambivalent about that I guess.
Anyway, I have my next session with the trainer on Wednesday, where he's going to weigh and measure me. Great. Not looking forward to finding out my body fat percentage. It is what it is though.