I was seriously freaking out about my business trip. I knew I did not eat everything in sight, but I ate a lot of what was in sight. And I wasn't exercising because my back was wrecking me. So I was imagining the worst. Images of balloons, blimps, elephants, murals of grapes covering the side of a building, James and the Giant Peach in the middle of the story after the peach is giant but before it is diminished by circumstances, danced in my head
The only thing I did in moderation was embarrassing. I ordered a fruit and cheese plate at the Padres v. Brewers baseball game. What kind of ball park sells a fruit and cheese plate? What kind of man who wishes to keep his man card orders a fruit and cheese plate? What kind of sucker pays 12 bucks for a dollars worth of grapes, brie, gouda and strawberries?
My reward? I gained nothing. The scale was kind.
I wrote last time that I am trying to shed the tyranny of the scale, but I ain't home yet. I raced into the house just to see the damage...and was rewarded by joy.
I don't know if it was good Karma, but it was pretty good Gouda. That's right, captial G. Or J.
188 today. I skipped pilates cuz it was putting the hoobie doobie on my sciatic/hip thingy. But I have been stretching and icing like no other. Today I felt some improvement. So I went to the gym and just 'pumped iron'. Isolated muscle work only. No functional circuit training. I think I will be a little sore tomorrow. But my biceps are gonna be HUUUUUUGGGGEEEEE.