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Monday, August 8

What Happens in Vegas...


Last week I spent my 14th wedding anniversary in Las Vegas. This place has special meaning for us because it was where we spent our Honeymoon and then also our 10-yr Decamoon. I swore we would be back before 15 and since it didn’t look like we were moving this summer as we had originally planed, we booked a trip and got the Hell out of dodge.

I had two months to get my ass in shape for this trip, but in the end I hadn’t been able to lose any weight, so it was what it was. I was going to Vegas heavier than my honeymoon, but also 60 lbs less than my 10-year trip...so decided to just focus on that success and make the best of it.

You may or may not know that I am an online shopping aficionado, so I was able to find some fun dresses, a hot pink bikini (skirt bottom of course), a strapless jumper, and even some unmentionables. We sent the kids off with the Grandparents, and were on our way.

I had learned last summer when we went on our Disney Cruise that it’s not a good idea to eat before any flights. The altitude, stress of flying, my severe motion sickness (2 Dramamine to knock me out), etc. makes for a miserable experience if there is anything remotely close to your band. Me and Lola learned this the hard way so this time I was sure to only eat things that were going to slide that day and luckily was able to avoid hogging the cramped up airplane bathroom, thank God. The only thing worse than having to actually USE an airplane bathroom is having to puke in one. That was a hand slap to last a lifetime.

Once we landed was a different story. I decided with CERTAINTY that I was going to eat whatever I wanted and try and taste everything!!! Now that I was involved in several new online support groups, several members ask how to maintain the Bariatric Diet while travelling or vacationing, but you know what I say about that? I should be doing that all the time…..4 days of vacation out of 365 CANNOT DERAIL my diet. I had already done that from the comfort of my own home, so why make myself miserable and feel guilty in Sin City for fulfilling my delicious dreams?

Now, clearly I had to make Lap-Band decisions that would keep me from having to excuse myself from the table to purge, or make myself too sick or stuffed to enjoy all the fun, so I did remove buns off of burgers. I also took tiny bites of macaroni and cheese, savaged the seafood buffets, ate my weight in mashed potatoes, and enjoyed gelato in Venice. I mean The Venetian, Las Vegas. I had a Dairy Queen Oreo flavored blizzard, bites of pizza and French fries, and a Ghirardelli salted caramel sundae.

Oh, and did I mention all the high-calorie and heavy handed daiquiris, margaritas, and cocktails…..I mean....just a few….

But I also walked a ton in the 110 degree heat. I also danced and splashed in the pool. I enjoyed my time with my Husband remembering all the things we first loved about each other.

And in the blink of an eye, it was over. And I’m home.

And I didn’t gain a damn pound.

My next planned trip to Vegas is in about a year and a half when I turn 40….but as I have learned all too well…..what I plan and what happens is hardly ever the same thing. So WHENEVER that next trip happens, now that Lola has got my back, we will be armed and ready. Further validation that the damned surgery really was the best decision I have made and the turning point of my life.

But until then, the reality of back-to-school has set in, and the PARTY IS OFFICIALLY OVER, all good things must come to an end, and the real diet and exercise resumes to finally lose these stubborn pounds I have put back on.