Vegas

What is it about Vegas and it's millions of delicious food choices that makes me forget everything I know and I lose all self-control? We'll just say that this trip to Vegas was NOT a success on the food/diet/exercise front. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the worst I've eaten for a long time. Now that we are home I'm regretting just about every single thing I put in my mouth during this trip. Alas, there is not a damn thing I can do about it and I'm going to hit Whole Foods tomorrow to restock our kitchen with healthy foods and just keep going. That's the difference between who I used to be and who I am now. I used to go on vacation and come home weighing 5 lbs more and I would just give up. I'd say that I just couldn't do it and the cycle would continue. Now it's just a bump in the road and I learned from it and am moving on. What's the point in stressing about it and hating myself for it? I'm just not weighing in until after I've worked out hard all week. It's going to take many hours in the gym to make up for the calories I consumed. That's what I plan on doing. I don't intend on seeing a fabulous number on the scale when I weigh in. I do however plan to keep moving in the right direction and not let one week determine my success. I can make up for one week of bad choices by correcting them now. Onwards and upwards I suppose.