Vacation is tough on the thighs
Hola, cheesefry nationals!
Sorry for the brief hiatus, but Joe and I have been traveling the great Southwestern United States. And as many of you are going to discover over the next few months, vacations are murder on your diet plans.
We bravely planned to exercise every day at our hotel's gym in order to make up for the fact that we would be eating out a lot. Jet lag and a busy schedule of fun nixed that plan. I imagine that walking around on one of several shopping excursions counts as exercise. But walking between the pool and the snack bar sort of cancel each other out.
We did -- however -- do some things right. We stayed on the third floor and took the stairs up and down every day. We gave plenty of piggy-back rides to my little niece and nephew (great resistance training on the fly.) And we shared a gargantuan slice of Cheesecake Factory cheesecake, evenly splitting the 40-grams of fat in each slice.
So we won't feel too bad about our vacation indulgences. After all, we passed on a chance to eat a chocolate-covered Twinkie.