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Hotel Living At Its Finest

I love hotels.  No really.  I do.  I don’t know if it’s because someone makes my bed or because I can call room service when I get hungry.  I just love them.  I love the smell of the soap.  I love the fluffy pillows and down comforters.  I know.  I’m weird.  DH would much rather chew off his own arm than stay in a hotel, so we don’t do it often.

When my annual scrapbooking retreat comes up, I’m so delighted.  No laundry, no cleaning, no cooking.  And I get to stay in a hotel.

I’m not a picky hotel-stayer.  I don’t mind the humming of the A/C or the sound of the elevator shaft, or the noise of the ice machine.  I don’t even mind if there are people skipping, running or beat boxing down the hall.  But staying in a hotel does have its risks.

I shared a room with 3 friends.  2 to a bed.  That doesn’t bother me.  My bed-mate was a good friend from high school so she’s seen it all.  After scrapbooking all day and late into the night, we returned to our room completely exhausted, I just wanted to go to sleep.  And I did.  It was wonderful until about 2:00am when a large bang woke me.  Followed by plenty more of the same.  What the hell?  Is someone irish dancing on the ceiling?

I sat up and listened for a minute only to hear Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” really, really loud.  And it seemed to be stuck on the same verse.  With the bass turned to it’s deepest.  Then the sound of laughter.  Deep, man laughter.  Lots-of-men-laughter.  I was patiently waiting for the sounds to wake my roommates.  What the hell did these girls take before going to bed?  Ambien with a side of whiskey?

I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the noise to stop.  Surely, these men were raised properly and not by wolves.  Surely, they would realize the error of their ways.  Every expletive was running through my head.  I think I was in complete disbelief.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m pretty laid-back.  In fact, I can be a bit passive.  I don’t like to cause a scene and I don’t like a confrontation.  But my patience had just about worn thin.  So I got out my iPhone flashlight and made my way across the room to find the hotel phone.  In my hoarse voice, I shouted at the poor front desk woman that the party above my head needed to stop immediately.  Her reply?  “I guess you are trying to sleep, huh?”  No.  Actually.  Not really.  I like being a ball buster at 2am for no reason whatsoever.  She was very nice. I was just pissed off.  Sorry for the ‘tude front desk lady.

Of course, the sound of my voice woke my roommates.  Finally.  They weren’t too happy that I woke them.  They didn’t know what the fuss was all about.  Are you kidding me?  I am not known for having good hearing. DH and the kid are constantly telling me I am deaf.  But come on.  If I can practically make out the words to their conversation, surely even the hotel across the street can hear these clowns.

It took about 5 minutes, but the noise finally stopped.  I mean, really stopped.  Dead.  In it’s tracks.   I wonder what the front desk chick told them?  “Yo dudes, if you don’t stop the party the wacko lady downstairs is going to pretty much go postal on you so let this be your only warning.”  I like the thought that these tough grown men could have possibly been a little bit afraid of me.

The next morning at breakfast, I looked over every single man that walked in.  I believe I found them.  They looked something like this:

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I knew I had my men.  They sure were lucky I wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight.  Next time, it won’t be so pretty.

Skinny Scrapbooking

Honey, I’m ho-ome.  Did you miss me?  First, let me start by saying that I appreciate your patience and your loyalty.  Second, I know I said I was going to post a picture of myself each week of my weight loss but I’m not going to now.  You can’t really tell I’ve lost weight, actually you can’t tell at all.  So you will have to wait until there is a noticeable difference.  It could be a while.  I will keep you updated on my progress though.  Lucky you.

The last 2 weeks have been a bit difficult.  It didn’t go by without a struggle.  As you know, I went to a scrapbooking retreat for 3 days.  Let me tell you, that really put me to the test.  Let me also tell you that there was enough food to choke a horse.  And alcohol.  And….food.

There was this.  It was pretty much on this table the entire time:

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I took 2 cookies in a three day span.  And if you know me, that is really, really good.  But damn, I wanted that thing on the right so bad.  With it’s yummy cream cheese filling and Lord knows what else.

So, instead I snacked on this:

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Ok, so I ate a LOT of hummus, but it was definitely the better choice over potato chips and brownies.  I also ate a lot of veggies.  I have never been so “regular” in my life.

Friday night was pizza night, with salad.  I had a crapload of salad and a piece of pizza.  Ok, 2 pieces of pizza.  I know.  Not good.  But I am a 3-4 slice girl so in reality that is pretty good for me.  I just love to eat so much.  Generally, I eat more than DH.  That is why his stomach is a flat as a washboard and mine, well, isn’t.

Then there was the free breakfast buffet at the hotel.  I’m not talking danish and bagels either.  There was the whole kit and caboodle.  Three of my favorite breakfast foods were present: sausage, bacon and home fries.  There was even an omelet station.  I took not one single item from the “Food with Actual Taste” section. This is what I had both days with a side of fruit:

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As for alcohol?  Not one drop of wine.  But lots of drops of this:

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I had a free ticket to drink up because it said “Light” on the label, so I  had 2 glasses.  Ok,  I lie.  It was more like 4 glasses.  Each night.  4 BIG glasses.  As well as calories, it also must be light on the alcohol because after 4 glasses I didn’t even catch so much as a buzz so it was a complete waste.  I should have stuck to water.

Saturday morning I spent 45 minutes in the hotel gym.  All the while missing some really great scrapbooking demonstrations that the hostess was giving.  But I worked out.  Here I am on the incumbent bike.  I also did the treadmill and the elliptical.  I burned off 2 glasses of margaritas.  I know.  It’s a load of crap.  But I guess it’s better than nothing.

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So to recap.  I ate more than I wanted but less than I would have.  The same thing goes for alcohol. I worked out once.  Should have been twice.  But that’s ok.  I was there to scrapbook and be with friends.  As my girlfriends not so nicely put it.

When I returned home, I worked out every day (ok, I skipped Friday — big mistake), didn’t drink (oops, except Monday night — thank God for Bethany Frankel), ate enough vegetables to keep the farming industry in business for another 10 years and kept all bad, fattening and basically any food with flavor away from my mouth.  I am reading labels like a novel and giving the kid a hard time about all the crap that goes into HER mouth.  Let’s face it, she hasn’t taken after her dad in the eating department.

Oh, and I drank so much water, I felt like a fish.  Do fish actually drink water?

Oh, and I’ve lost 3.8 pounds.  I think that’s pretty good if I do say so myself.  I deserve a glass of wine.  Oh, oops.  I can’t.  Not for another 4 weeks.  It’s going to be a long month.