Rooming with three other women sounds worse than it really was. My roomies for the weekend were great. I was pleased.
It wasn't until we were trying to deplane when PIC #2 struck me twice and pinched me!!! She really did. I'm not making this up like I stretched the truth about my uncle being in awe of my presence. It was all in good fun...until I get her back! Eh eh eh...
After we returned from our trip, PIC #2 went back to work the next day and as I said, I spent the day with Ty. She sent me a text and said she actually lost weight from Vegas. I just happened to be changing into my swimming suit when I got that and decided to hop on the scale to find out that after Vegas where I drank Starbucks every morning and had a piece of delicious cake along with that coffee, as well as had waffles, coffee and string cheese this morning, I had LOST over two pounds from my weight before Vegas. Like PIC #2 said, "Vegas was very good to us!" Indeed.
Now, Tyson broke the scale shortly thereafter this weigh-in and I wasn't able to weigh myself at my regular time which is prior to eating and drinking anything and right after I get up in the morning. I have since fixed the scale somehow and intend to weigh myself tomorrow morning. Needless to say, I have been pretty stoked with having lost weight especially since my performance has been less than stellar. Of course, I am pretty sure it is loss of muscle, but it sure helps the self-esteem!
When we were in Vegas, we went ziplining on Fremont Street. I just about lost it when I had to sign a waiver similar to the one you have to sign right before they shoot you up with anesthesia in the hospital for surgery. You know, the one that states that serious injury, paralysis, death, etc is a possibility. As I am initialing all of these boxes, I try to whisper to PIC #2 to see if she saw the "death" part. There was a guy in between us, so I waiting until he left and started whispering, okay, kind of a whisper scream, "Allyssa!" Without looking up or batting an eye, she continues to sign and says, "you will be fine." Damn, she knows me all too well. After she said it a few times, she was actually forced to make eye contact with me and tell me again, in a firm, mommy voice, "you WILL BE fine." Good 'nuff for me, apparently.
We did the zipline and it was just fine. The only issue I had was the way we were stopped. Abruptly. There is something on the cable to stop your harness from going any further down the cable and a young man grabs your harness on the butt and close to the crotch to stop the momentous flab (me). I do believe I thanked him for grabbing my ass and crotch. No joke. When I was stopped, I believe this is where I jarred my back. I didn't feel it until the next day and it still aches today. I'm getting old. Sigh.
Hopefully, I will have completed a workout pain-free by the next time I post. Here's to hope!!!!
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you thinking about trying my Vegas weight-loss system, until next time...
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