Dr Mom Weigh In

Much to the surprise of the gathered masses, I have lost a pound this week. I weighed in this morning at 153.4 lbs.

Groaning Waistbands

Oh my goodness, the fondue meal. Talk about excess.

We started with the ridiculously large and unnecessary salad that comes as part of the meal. Hubby warned our guests not to try to eat it, most of it, or even any of it, but they didn't listen. Then came the cheese part. Yummy. Bacon/Cheddar/Buttermilk and beer mixture, with bread and veggies. Delicious.

Then came the meat part. Two Fondue Feast Combinations, comprising scallops, prawns, tuna, boar, duck, beef, other fish, ostrich, and other things I've no doubt forgotten about, all grilled (or as Brother John pedantically pointed out, fried) on the hotplate in front of us.


And then the piece de resistance, the chocolate fondue dessert. After much discussion, I took charge and ordered the Triple X, which is milk chocolate and fudge; eaten with fruit and bad for you bits like profiteroles.

We also downed a bottle of wine.

This morning I rose from my bed with a strong sensation that my body had not succeeded in digesting anything at all during the night. I think we were all suffering a bit. Little Starlet said it served us right for not taking her with us. However, I should point out that she and her babysitter made a chocolate fondue in our own kitchen, which they ate with strawberries and apple slices, so she isn't having too deprived an existence.

Exercise Resurgence

I can't say that I've been terribly virtuous on the food front - the three croissant for breakfast on Sunday, the Vietnamese dinner also on Sunday, and the fondue meal that is on the agenda for this evening, rather negate any feeble attempts to lessen the calorific intake by eating lettuce.

But I have been relatively, and surprisingly, virtuous on the exercise front. We have visitors at the moment - Hubby's aunt and brother - so you'd think that we'd not be exercising at all, but far from it. On Friday, we went for a walk at Sanborne Park in Saratoga (much complaining from the children), which was definitely uphill. Yesterday we were in Muir Woods, north of San Francisco. Unusually for us, we didn't stick with the flat, ashphalted path around the forest floor, but struck out up the Ocean View Trail, across the Lost Trail, and down the Fern Trail, a walk of about three miles and two hours. Then this morning we spent an hour walking at Arasteradero Preserve in Palo Alto.

The guests are looking a bit shell shocked, but we are all congratulating ourselves on how healthy we are.

New and Smaller Trousers

I have been shopping for a suit. Usually this is a source of anguish, dismay and general fedupness. Today, however, I discovered that Windsmoor go to a 24 in John Lewis. I assumed it would not fit (in most shops I am a 26/28) but tried on the jacket more in hope than expectation.

Gasps. It fits! Seek out the trousers. Take them to changing room. Behold! The 24s are TOO BIG. Finds the 22s. Goldilocks-like, they are Just Right (except too long, but John Lewis, blessed be its name, has an alterations service).

Even better, this was in a sale, so for £149 I now have an actual navy blue suit of suitably legal dullness.

The point being, though the pounds have not notably diminished (unsurprising given the chocolate marathon of the last few months), the inches seem to be fewer. It must be the swimming.

I shall return with mermaid-like vigour to the pond tomorrow.

Driving License Depression

I noticed on my drivers' license today that I was allegedly 126 lbs when I arrived in the USA in April 2001. You see, it isn't my fault, it's the American diet that's done it!

Wednesday Weigh In

Today I am 154.4 lbs.