Tiny Tummy Dispatch: Day 110

Goal: Legs crossed!

I spent the last week in Las Vegas for a conference and a little rest and relaxation with the Mister. The conference was great - the time with Mr. Adams even better, but the best part of the Vegas trip was the 101 physical victories that came along with traveling as person who recently lost 50 pounds.

The first victory came on the flight to Vegas. Not only did I fit in the seat... not only did my hips fit within both armrests... not only did the seat belt actually fit without an extender... there were inches of slack on the seat belt! I cannot remember the last time I stepped foot on a plane without fear of being kicked off for being too fat ala Kevin Smith - so much so that I have traveled with a seat belt extender tucked in my carry on for years now just so I didn't draw any unnecessary attention from a flight attendant. I didn't even bother to pack the seat belt extender this time. And, folks, this was a Spirit Airlines flight - so not only did I fit, but I fit in one of the tiniest spaces provided by any of the commercial airline carriers. 

Then...

Between airports, the Strip and a conference expo hall the size of many, many football fields, I walked 39.72 miles in five days... 95,228 steps! I had the most steps out of all of my Fitbit friends for the first time ever. And, most days, the walking took place in 110 degree heat. Even when it "cooled down" at night, the thermometer never dipped below 95 degrees. So I didn't just walk a shit ton - I walked a shit ton, in the desert, in the middle of summer!

Then... 

On the last day of the conference, I split after the closing session and headed off to the Grand Canyon with Mr. Adams and eight other folks in a trekker Jeep. On the drive there, I was sitting in a captain's chair in the back and had the strongest sensation that I wanted to cross my legs. (If you remember, to be able to cross my legs again is one of my three weight loss goals.) So, I gave it a try... and it worked! 

I almost cried I was so happy, but I didn't want to have to explain the tears to anyone else on the tour with me. As vocal as I am about most moments of this journey, some victories are just too precious to have to explain to others in the moment. 

Then...

I ate well while I was in Vegas. Well as in, tasty. My portions were still very small, but I didn't worry about what they consisted of... if I wanted lobster - I ate a little lobster. If I wanted ice cream - I ate a little ice cream. I even sipped on a small lemonade over two days - the first non-water, non-caffeine free coffee drink I have had in three months. I was doing so much walking and drinking so much water, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to gain any weight. And I didn't. I lost two pounds.

Viva Las Vegas!

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