Day 10
I didn’t go running. In fact, I don’t really recall having done anything. But that was a few days ago now, soooooo… anything’s possible, really. It’s hard to say. I know I MEANT to go running… but then it got dark and I didn’t make it. C’est la vie. That’s all I’ve got.
I probably didn’t eat very well either. Whatever.
Days 11, 12, 13
I was travelling these days. Therefore you and I both know that I don’t even have to admit to neglecting to travel or that I seriously neglected my diet. Because, like, duh? Hello.
I sat in a car all day on Day 11. We got out to use the bathroom and to eat. We finally got to a hotel and eff no I didn’t go work out. For one thing, the only “shoes” I brought are Converse, and they were in the wrong bag. So whatever.
Day 12 I was a bit more active because we made a handful of stops in places to look at things and shop and stuff, but even so. We stayed at my great-aunt’s. Those two words—hyphenated though they may be—should say exactly what happened:
Food.
Lots and lots of food.
HOWEVER! We did go to a mall and I did a shit-ton of walking around because I had to find a store that had jeans for a price I was willing to pay because the ones I was wearing sucked. And I needed/wanted new ones.
For the record: Aeropostale.
Day 13 we finished the drive from Spokane to Seattle after the most amazing breakfast ever. In my defense, I did eat a bunch of fruit, which is good for me.
Confession: I ate them with cream and sugar. The cream is still okay. The sugar? Less so. But I didn’t use a lot! So. Go away.
Again—no exercise. Are you kidding? Get real.
In Seattle, I ate at the most amazing 100% Authentic Greek Restaurant downtown. I can’t tell you what it was called because A) my keyboard doesn’t have those letters and B) I can’t even remember what order they went in. I don’t speak Greek. Shame, because it’s kind of a fun language.
And I ate WAY more than I should have and it was worth EVERY FATTENING BITE. No regrets. None whatsoever.
Day 14
Okay… so I think that this is today? Which is the 4th. But honestly, I could be off. I don’t have internet on the ship because they want an absolutely obscene amount of money for it and it’s just not worth it.
Yet.
Anyway. So as far as I know, this is Day 14. And I owe you a 2-week picture, but I don’t think you’re going to get it. Would you like to know why?
Food baby.
Yes, that’s right. I am absolutely swollen right now because I ate so much at supper. I will work out later… once I’ve digested… though it’s already 10.07, so maybe I’ll put that off until tomorrow morning. I’m getting a pedicure at 4, so… we’ll see. (That sounds so rich-person girly doesn’t it? I’m getting a pedicure on a cruise. What the hell? Hahaha I love it.) I do intend to work out this week, though.
Also, PSA: I’m ditching the diet this week. I’m on a cruise to Alaska, dammit. You don’t hold a muthatruckin diet on a cruise! Are you crazy? You should see this food!!
Amazing. All of it. Absolutely amazing.
So. Good.
And I get free ice cream. And I have a thingy for unlimited soda, “mock-tails” (cocktails sans-alcohol) and like, hot chocolate and milkshakes and stuff. Who the hell doesn’t take advantage of free ice cream?? Honestly.
So the diet’s gone out the window. I’ve resigned myself to the several major steps backward that this vacation will take me and I am 100% okay with that this time. Hahahahaha. SO WORTH IT.
At a time like this, you just have to weigh your options.
Diet… Cruise food.
If the latter doesn’t win for you, there’s a problem. Because this shit’s fabulous. And seriously, it’s already paid for, so I may as well just eat it. =P
I am ALL OVER that.
I’ll just have to actually WORK when I get home again. No problem. I’ll feel so damn guilty by the time this is over that I’ll do it.
In theory.
Day 15
I woke up early. Early enough to eat breakfast and monkey around for awhile and STILL have time to take a nap before noon. Like, seriously? What the hell?
I think I’m gonna have to start over with this project when I get home because it’s really going the wrong direction this week.
I was good for lunch, though! I had a salad! And it was yummy. Actually not all that much food, either. I’m probably going to go ruin the small success with ice cream. Best way to do it, you know.
Y’all are probs super disappointed in me right now.
Or obnoxiously jealous.
I’m gonna go with the latter because it makes me giggle instead of sigh. And I’m on vacation, dammit. I’ma giggle.
Even if I’m wrong.
Which I’m not.
=P
I haven’t worked out yet. But there’s all kinds of time. I just don’t want to shower again yet. So I’ll do it later. Probably after the illusionist tonight. (= And there’s pools, so once I get over the fact that it’s cold out there I’ll probably go swimming, too. Hahaha. I’m just being a baby because it’s cold.
We’re out on the open ocean and it’s cold. Go figure. Lol.
FYI—I swam 10 laps in the pool. (= And it felt pretty damn good. Though… I feel super old now, because my shoulder joints pop funky while I’m doing a backstroke. No me gusta. A no todos.
Day 16
I actually didn’t eat all that much. No, really!
We went whale watching, so there really wasn’t that much time for eating, hahaha. If you want to hear about that, you’ll have to go look in Personal Notes. There’s a HUGE post about my vacation there. No, literally; HUGE.
I wasn’t feeling very well last night, though, so I went to bed early instead of going to do something. I’m not sure what my problem was. But my sleep cycle’s been TOTALLY disrupted. So. That’s likely at least one culprit.
And I walked around Juneau quite a bit. So there.
Day 17
I have been up and on my feet SO MUCH today. Has to count for something. I dunno. I don’t want to talk about a whole lot that doesn’t pertain to this here since I’m doing it on my other blog anyway. Hahaha.
But I took a bath, and I’m all clean and happy and comfy and I smell good. So I’m not about to go work out. Besides the fact that we did a TON of walking around so I think I’m good. Even though I’m… really not.
Whatever.
Eat it.
I’m definitely going to have to start over when I get home. Hahahaha. Oops.
Day 18
I am eating like a king.
Like Henry VIII.
Who ate… and ate… and ate…
He was aptly numbered.
I am not eating as much as Henry VIII, but I really am eating well. The food here is too damn good not to. The diet restarts the minute I return home. I swear I’m going to super glue my lips shut or something. Liquid diet from here on out. Hahaha. Honestly, though, I’m going to have to diet super hardcore for a month just to recover from all this food. Gah.
I should go work out. It’s only a quarter to 10 here. I just… er… ate too much. Hahahaha. I don’t want to disturb it in there. Because expelling it in the fitness center would qualify as totally uncool. I don’t wanna be that guy.
Yes, I know that I am anatomically incapable of being that “guy” but I am metaphorically capable of being “that guy” and that’s what I’m avoiding.
So literal. Jeez. Live a little.
Day 19
I’m getting dangerously closer to the three week marker. I don’t think I’m going to give you a three week picture either. You’ll have to wait til I hit 4 weeks so I’ve got a little time to recover. This is ridiculous.
I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight. Like, I’m positive that I am squishier than I was when this all started. That’s disgusting. I feel like a cow.
Moo.
I got some exercise today, though. I had to run halfway across town carrying a shit ton of stuff and up a steep gangplank and then up three flights of stairs and then run BACK. Hahaha. Not that big of a deal, really, buuuuuuuuuuut it was exertion, okay? Leave me alone. I’m fat, remember? Jeezez.
Day 20
Ohhhhh todayyyyy… yeah I’ve just taken a ton of stairs today. And walked around 2/3 the perimeter of the ship. Outside… yeah… really… aaaaand lunch wasn’t any big deal. One soda. So far…
I was gonna cut that shit out of my diet, wasn’t I? Yeah… about that… aheh heh…
And since we “disembark” in the morning, I highly doubt I’ll bother working out today. It just hardly seems worth it. I’m probably wrong. Somewhat misguided. But I’m on vacation, dammit. Leave me alone.
Day 21
I’m sitting in a car until I’m chilling at my great aunt’s. Girl’s gotta eat. Leave me alone.
