I’ve gotten pretty good at not making excuses for things and just bucking up and getting them done. Except morning workouts. I really have a hard time with them. No excuses, just being honest that I have a hard time making them happen.
It’s easier if I have plans after work (and I do today) to work in a morning workout.
This morning, I decided I needed to get going on my own strength training challenge and I did Jillian Michaels’ Six Week Six Pack Abs. Thirty-five minutes down, eighty-five minutes to go. I’m feeling pretty tight (TWSS), so it wasn’t great, but I got it done and got to work feeling like I’d accomplished something, even if it was just giving side-eye to the trainer on my TV.
I had a sunflower butter sandwich for breakfast and an iced coffee when I got to work. Thank god for iced coffee season.
After my harrowing experience getting to the airport, all I wanted to do was sleep in yesterday morning, but my jet-lagged body had other plans and I was up by 6am Vegas time.
Not eating for almost 24 hours makes you hangry, so breakfast was all that was on my mind.
Eggs, turkey sausage and toast. Perfect.
All I had really wanted on this trip was sunshine, good food and fun at night, so I was really bummed when it was cold and windy yesterday and I couldn’t lay by the pool. Ashley was out here for work, and still had work stuff, so I was on my own.
I made myself walk up the strip a little bit, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I ended up stopping in New York, New York and having some sushi for lunch. And beer. It was National Beer Day after all. I had to celebrate.
I walked back over the fake Brooklyn Bridge to head back to our hotel, The Hotel at Mandalay Bay. I was jet-lagged, tired and cranky, so I took a fabulous long disco nap.
Had some room service.
And then partied like a rockstar. (Note to self: more makeup tonight.)
Partying like a rockstar leads to a huge breakfast, of course. Lately, I’ve been craving just a little bit of sweet and savory, so this totally hit the spot. Minus the eggs. They were pre-made and gross. I asked for new eggs and they were equally unappetizing.
It was a little warmer today, so we hit the “beach.”
It was still pretty chilly, so we rocked bikinis with jackets over them. I guess there’s a first time for everything…
And drank water with elephants.
We both got antsy after a few hours at the pool and headed out for a walk up the strip.
MGM Hotel.
By 5pm, more than six hours had passed since we last ate, so we stopped for a bite to eat at Jaleo in the Cosmopolitan. (I like to try places I haven’t been to, and I’d been to Jaleo quite a bit in D.C., but I could not resist the siren song of the croquetas. (And clearly, neither could a million other people.)
Truth. Frying is not overrated. I know it’s terrible for me, but seriously, if fried food had no calories and didn’t make me feel crappy, I’d eat it everyday.
Little pieces of heaven and chicken fried and served in a shoe.
Brussels sprout salad.
Gambas al ajillo (shrimp in a garlic sauce)
A trip to Vegas wouldn’t be complete without a little gambling, so we hit up the slots afterwards.
And won big.
Tonight, we have some more good food and partying on deck. Hopefully tomorrow will be warm enough to lay out again.
