So Sunday was the big brunch day. Food is still on my mind, and I was ready to be miserable at brunch, but again - lousy hotel lousy food. The food was not appetizing at all and I mean at all. There would be no way that I would give up my diet for that food - ever.
So we were almost done with the trip and I hadn't had any desires to go off plan. I hadn't been tempted to take a bite, a sniff, I didn't even enjoy looking at the food (and I love looking at food - I periodically will grab a cookbook and just look at the pictures I guess much like a man looks at playboy - oh right they are reading the articles - well I am reading the recipes.)
The closest I came to wanting to try something was when we were having drinks and chips. I really really love chips and guacamole and I wouldn't have minded some chips and dip, but again not enough to give up the twelve weeks I have already put in to lose this last unloseable weight.
I need to start preparing myself for this transition that is going to take place in five weeks, but really I don't think I am going to think about it until the week before. We are on week 13 - 77 days of basically a 112 day fast.
So we are coming to the end of the Las Vegas weekend and I thought it would be really hard but happily I found it not so bad. It just goes to show that food really isn't everything, and you don't need to eat to be part of the group. Nobody really tried to pressure me into eating (except of course my father but that is another story) so I guess the trip was a success. Viva Las Vegas.
So we were almost done with the trip and I hadn't had any desires to go off plan. I hadn't been tempted to take a bite, a sniff, I didn't even enjoy looking at the food (and I love looking at food - I periodically will grab a cookbook and just look at the pictures I guess much like a man looks at playboy - oh right they are reading the articles - well I am reading the recipes.)
The closest I came to wanting to try something was when we were having drinks and chips. I really really love chips and guacamole and I wouldn't have minded some chips and dip, but again not enough to give up the twelve weeks I have already put in to lose this last unloseable weight.
I need to start preparing myself for this transition that is going to take place in five weeks, but really I don't think I am going to think about it until the week before. We are on week 13 - 77 days of basically a 112 day fast.
So we are coming to the end of the Las Vegas weekend and I thought it would be really hard but happily I found it not so bad. It just goes to show that food really isn't everything, and you don't need to eat to be part of the group. Nobody really tried to pressure me into eating (except of course my father but that is another story) so I guess the trip was a success. Viva Las Vegas.
The guacamole/salsa/chips at the Venetian were by far the best food we had - they may have been the best I've ever had.
ReplyDeleteI may be overreacting somewhat since my mother's cooking was great in comparison to the the brunch & rest of the Riviera. Some people say that No-one could cook like their mother so that no restaurant could possibly compare. That is NOT my comparison - my sister & I learned how to cook at early ages since the option was slow starvation or possible quick poisoning from our home.