When ‘point five’ matters

There are two occasions when that extra ‘half’, regardless of the measurement, matters – and gentleman no it’s not what your thinking.  Such times are:

1) When you’re not as tall as you’d like to be.  At five foot three and a half inches, not only does that extra half inch count but it’s actually very important

2) When you’re losing weight – particularly when you’re not tracking as you’d like. In other words ‘NOW’.

At this week’s weigh in I came in at 131.5 lbs.  If I was on track with the ‘one pound a week’ mantra I’ve been harping on about, I should be at 130lbs by now. Believe it or not I’m now six weeks into this challenge. Leaving just nine to go – and the small point of 6.5lbs.

But I’m actually quite pleased. The last three weeks have been manic and filled with illness. Plus I’ve taken on a new job, whilst still finishing up the current gig. This means that my easy 20 hour work week has morphed into a good 40+. The impact of this: less gym time.

In addition, there was a long weekend thrown into the mix. Ordinarily this wouldn’t make a huge difference. But for Memorial Day weekend we headed up to Lake Chelan with some great friends.  We actually managed to be quite constrained on the food front, if you exclude the three small pigs that Andrew ate almost single-handedly and the bucket full of doughnuts that we ploughed through. But doughnuts don’t count right?  The real issue was that we drank our body weight in cocktails.

Andrew very kindly saw a quick trip to liquor store as an opportunity to stock up on some essential supplies for his Bellevue-bound drinks cabinet – Baileys, vodka, tequila, margarita mix and tomato juice.  Needles to say I’m not sure any of the above made it past Stephen’s Pass. 

Tambo promptly found the blender and tequilas were served.  The tequila obviously needed to be washed down with some vodka and cranberry juice which obviously needed to be rounded off with some Baileys on ice.  It was fun, so much fun!  Thank you Egan for not taking your nap and therefore forcing Andrew out in the car in a vein attempt to get you to sleep and thank you to the ‘god of hangovers’ for being too busy elsewhere to not make it to Lake Chelan. Ladies and Gentleman, cocktails are the way forward for exhausted parents – we managed to stay up past midnight (a miracle with four children under five between the four of us) and we didn’t have hangovers.

But as we all know cocktails are not figure friendly – or at least when consumed in excessive quantities and particularly when not combined with a few extra workouts.  On jumping on the scale upon return, I actually showed a one pound weight gain, taking be back up to 134. I think it was faulty!  Needless to say to be at 131.5lbs today, I remain hopeful.