How did I fare, you ask? Well, I weighed in at 203.5 lbs the day I left. I was ecstatic! Had hit the 20 lb mark! I knew, however, that I was going on vacation with friends who know how to party. Party = booze calories = hangovers = food calories. This equation has been kicking my ass for a decade. Anyway, we managed to balance out the partying with some pretty sweet activities. We went ziplining through the jungle, swimming in the ocean, hiking to waterfalls, etc. We also drank roughly one million imperiales, roughly. In the end, I weighed in at 205.4 lbs.
I'm not going to sweat a vacation gain of 2 lbs. It could have been much worse, and I had a supremely amazing time. Plus, I have an amazing tan and tan fat always looks better than white fat. It just does. Even Eric thought I looked skinnier when I got home. It just goes to show, while you're waiting to lose the weight you can always tan like mad (fake it 'til you make it).
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