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Checking in from Vegas. Food pictures!

So far I've walked more than 10 miles in 2 days, made good food choices, both in quantity and quality. I'm paying dearly for it! $10 for a salad or $5 for a burger and fries is a real moral dilemma for me!!
To keep track of what I'm eating, I'm trying to take pictures of everything! So here you go (note: I don't eat dressing on my salads so while there might be dressing in picture, I didn't eat it)






(BLT no mayo, I took the extra bread out and only ate 3/4 of it and didn't touch the fries that were served with it)



Crappy neon lighting but 4 egg omelet was the SMALLEST breakfast offered!! I ate 1/4 if it, one 1/2 of the toast, and none if the hash browns.



$2 apple!! It had better taste amazing!!!


TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Ms. M said…
I know what you mean about the moral dilemma of paying $10 for a salad when its only $5 for a burger. But, think about it like this, you are worth the extra $5. Your health is worth the extra $5. Not falling into old habits is worth the extra $5. :)
November 3, 2010 at 2:30 PM
Dr. Fat To Fit said…
Glad you're having a good time and doing all your walking. Can I just say that at a glance that 1st pic is a bit...we...phallic looking. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Have fun!
November 3, 2010 at 3:08 PM
Kelly said…
I agree with the doc - that salad looked um, interesting! hehe. Have a great time!
November 3, 2010 at 5:59 PM
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