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what a great vacation!

I'm BAAACK!  5 days away - it's our first vacation this year.  And boy was it packed with excitement!  Saturday was the trialthon - that deserves a post of it's own.  I came in fourth in my division with a lot of room for improvement for next year!  But I was happy with my results. 
Saturday night was a wedding - in the pouring rain.  I mean BUCKETS!  Being from Seattle you say "but you're used to rain..."  No.  We're used to drizzle.  This was Rain.  There were tents to protect us but at the top of the hill (which would have been beautiful in decent weather) it was pouring, windy, and cold.  The wedding kept us distracted - it was amazing.  I danced a little with the husband - who doesn't dance so I was thrilled when he joined me on the dance floor!  Then back to the hotel in the driving rain.
Sunday and Monday were motorcycle class - learning motocross racing is hard friggin work!  I sweated and worked my butt off.  The fun part all weekend has been discovering new muscles - and I don't just mean by how sore they are.  I mean I can SEE them!!  My calves - well, I'll have to take a picture.  My thighs, my shoulders - they're all becoming more defined. 

I spent the weekend - all 5 days - working hard and eating right.  I had a mini-goal of coming back with 2 more pounds gone and reaching my half way point.  But no.  The scale hates me - I'm back up to 202.  Muscles, right?  It's muscles.  *eye roll*  It might very well BE muscles but I worked hard and wanted to see a 2 pound loss.  oh well.  I'll get over it.  And it might just be dehydration/muscles/vacation *um* irregularity...so I'll give it a week to settle in.  Maybe on Monday I'll be back down. 

Meanwhile, it was really awesome - I stayed on track, no binges, healthy food, good portions, even eating out every meal.  If I focus on that - which I'm trying to do - then the weight gain is minor.  The success is in staying under control in out of control situations. 

Stay tuned for my triathlon report!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

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Bummer on the scale. You will get there.
Sounds like you had a fun time. :) I always have "system" problems when I travel, so it takes me a week of being home to see the true results (good or bad, lol) of the trip. Hopefully, by Monday you'll be seeing the number you were after. :)
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