5 stinking pounds!

Last week, Tim and I went to San Francisco. He had a business conference Tuesday evening and all day on Wednesday and Thursday. We made a week-long vacation out of it (thanks to my wonderful in-laws for spending the week here with the kiddos!! :D). We flew out to California the Saturday before and flew home the Saturday after his seminar. We did all kinds of things--saw the Golden Gate bridge (with NO fog, even!!), spent an afternoon in Sausalito, walked through Muir National Forest to see the redwoods (amazing!), drove to Monterrey and took the scenic 17-mile drive through Carmel, walked all over Fisherman's Wharf, rode a trolley car (so cool!), walked all through Chinatown, North Beach and Union Square, and went to wine country on two different days to check out a few wineries (four total). We walked and walked and walked--which was a good amount of exercise, especially when you consider all the hills of San Francisco. Oh--I haven't mentioned yet that we also went running four times ... a wonderful way to check out the city. So, what I'm wondering is how in the hell I managed to gain five (5!!!!) f*&$#ing pounds!! For a few of the days, we only ended up eating breakfast and a late lunch ... and on the days we did eat dinner, we split our lunch--you know, shared a sandwich and salad. We didn't really drink that much, either. I'm flabbergasted! I can only imagine how much I would have gained had I not run 4 times and walked like a mad woman! Interestingly enough, I don't exactly know where the 5 pounds landed, either ... my clothes all fit the same as they did before we left. I just don't get it. Sigh.

So, I've obviously continued running since I've been home. And, now I'm back to eating on Weight Watchers and drinking lots of water. That's all been going well and I've lost 3 of the 5 pounds I gained, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm annoyed with the fact that I gained 5 to begin with.

Oh yeah. One other thing. Tim lost a few pounds while we were gone. Nice. (There's a little insult for my injured, chubby pride!)

So, that's my little rant.

**A happy note: this past week, we all passed our belt promotion test in karate so we'll be graduating up to orange belts on Saturday. Tim and the kids will be there (and Austin's teacher is going to watch--she rocks!!!) but I'll be in North Carolina with Stef to celebrate my Dad's 60th birthday.