No fear or loathing in Las Vegas
April 11, 2011 3 Comments
I had a last-minute trip to Vegas come up. I was invited by a friend of mine who knows how I enjoy a spur of the moment getaway. Her real motives for my invitation became clear about 5 hours into the trip, but more on that later. I have been thinking about my relationship with my scale (and whether or not we should break up) since Brent’s post, but as of that moment we were still together, so I stood on it before I left. 165. This is a good number for me, and it motivated me to keep on the straight and narrow in Vegas. Of course, this kind of illustrates the unhealthy relationship I have with the scale, because I have to admit, if the number was up, I may have been tempted to abandon all my hard-won habits “because I’m gaining anyway.” But I wasn’t, and I haven’t since I started Paleo.
My friend who invited me, Dr O, is closer to 300lbs then to 200lbs. Always a big girl, the stressors of her schedule as she finishes the last year of her surgical residency have put nutrition on the back burner. The last couple of months, though, she has been doing weight watchers and has lost about 20 lbs. I support her in this, because this is the decision she has made for herself, and it’s whats working for her. The other 2 people in our party are her former college roomates from undergrad school.Both of them are non-medical people. Both of them are probably around 200 lbs, with no plans for changes. I became acutely aware that my purpose for being invited was to run interference between her and her two friends.
Dr O was asking me if I was still on Paleo, and she commented that I looked fantastic. We rarely see each other in anything other than baggy unisex scrubs, and she said she saw a real difference. She was explaining to her friends the changes she saw in me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sarah, but you had a really round belly and a lot more back-fat than you do now.” I couldn’t help but smile, because I was pleased to hear that, and also because it was awkward because those descriptions fit her two friends to a T.
Friday Dinner: Stratosphere: Grilled salmon salad with avocado and greek olives.
Late night snack: 1/2 lb peel and eat shrimp.
Saturday Late Breakfast: Luxor cafe: 3 egg veggie omelet.
Mid afternoon snack: apples and almonds. Hadn’t expended any energy because I was in the spa all day.
Dinner: really looking forward to it as saturdays are my planned free meal day, and the roomates wanted to go to Emeril’s. I was excited about fine dining and planned to enjoy myself. I ended up having grilled salmon with lemon-dill vinagrette served with garden-fresh veggies. I chose sauteed wild mushrooms as my side, and a glass of chardonnay. I had planned on having bread with the meal, but when the bread was served it was a white thin-skinned roll. I didn’t eat it because I was hoping for something warm and crusty and stretchy, and I didn’t see the point in eating something I didn’t want, even though it was my free day. When my meal was served, I suddenly noticed that it was Paleo, and I hadn’t even thought about it. True, I didn’t play 20 questions with the waiter, and the veggies may have been cooked with butter. But at a high-end restaurant, I’m pretty sure it was real butter, and I’m OK with that.
The meal was perfect. I didnt feel too full. I was excited about going to see the Cirque de Soliel show afterwards. Dr O had taken time to order and calculated all her points and she was satisfied. The other 2 tablemates groaned with displeasure. They were full and bloated. I felt energized and ready to tackle the next thing. Maybe a tiny bit disappointed, because my free meal was not filled with non-paleo treats, but satisfied nonetheless. AAANNNDD here comes the curveball..
Or was it a curveball? After watching Ka, Dr O’s pager went off. It seems a bunch of her peers were in town for a trauma conference and they wanted us to come hang out. Two of them were new attendings. The thing with new attendings is, they like to pay for everything. In this case, “everything” meant a private table in a hip lounge. What can I say? I went to hang out. It was still technically my non-paleo meal day. I mixed the freely flowing vodka with fresh lime juice and a splash of soda water. These people work hard and play hard and I am in full support of that. Who wasn’t in support of that? The 2 former roomates. They were too tired and listless from their full meal to stay for the party. Let me say, they missed out. It was the kind of night that stays in Vegas.
Sunday morning I woke without an alarm clock at 9. I showered and got ready for the day. I felt great!Thinking we would be going out for breakfast, I had a banana and some almonds while I waited for everyone to get going. Well they didn’t. They grumbled at getting up at 11, left the room by noon and we were on the road. They HAD to have In’n'out, and that was fine with me. Double-meat-double veggies no sauce. I didn’t eat again until I was home. A protein shake. I just wasn’t hungry at all. Probably because all I did was sit in a car all day. Before I went to bed, I stepped on the scale. 165. Unheard of. How could I spend an entire weekend in Vegas without doing major damage to the scale? I didn’t feel deprived, I had everything I wanted to have, my energy level stayed great and I didn’t have a hangover. What is going on in this world? Can it possibly be that Paleo eventually becomes effortless? This experience has given me momentum to continue forward. The challenges are becoming fewer and far between and the results keep piling on! Viva las Vegas!


