September 11, 2005

Losing Battle

Yesterday I got up and six and hit the gym for 30 minutes of cardio and then did a HARD 30 minute lower body weight set. I took a dance class before lunch. At 4:15 I did a 45 minute aerobics class, and then later, after dinner, Scott and I went to the black and white ball and showed off our so-new-and-clean-they-squeak cha-cha and Gay Gordon skillzzz...And I am willing to bet I STILL gained at least two pounds. There's nothing one can do to combat these MEALS. The plush brioche, the creamy risotto all smoky and thick with mushrooms, the shrimp thermidor, the little lobster tails and asparagus in hollandaise, the Grand Marnier souffles...These are big creamy buttered armies that lay siege to my waistline, and I TRY to pick the Canyon Ranch spa meals but I am SO easily defeated. HOW is it humanly possible to NOT order a Grand marnier souffle if there is one to be had? So I am bouncing back and forth from the dining hall to the gym like a round (and getting rounder) ping pong ball.

I think today is Sunday - it's hard to tell because I am so constantly stoned on anti-seasick drugs. Here is the view from a porthole on a lower deck, down by the sea, if you'd care to take a look at WHY:


The Atlantic is being high maintenence and turbulent, like a prima donna on diet pills. It's so downright FUSSY that it might as well carry a tiny, tiny poodle in it's inevitably pink purse and say things like, "Darling, get me a carb-free watercress sandwich and a moist towellette, would you? I'm positively FRAUGHT with hurricanes!" And I am discovering that I am a poor poor sailor. When God was handing out the sea-legs, I was in line for something that must have seemed important at the time, like naturally wavey hair or being deadly at Scrabble.

Ah well -- I have to dash, I JUST got back from today's second gym excursion, and I am due to shower and go undo all the good I have done at what is certain to be an OBSCENE supper. TRA LA!

IF IT IS SUNDAY---then here is your final Blogging for Books reminder, tomorrow (if tomorrow is Monday) is your last day to enter....scroll down to the blog entries about B4B if you have no idea what I am talking about.

Posted by joshilyn at September 11, 2005 5:01 PM

Just looking at that photo made me seasick. So how come I got the seasick AND straight hair? Hardly seems fair, does it?

Posted by: Jilly at September 11, 2005 6:24 PM

But you really are SUPER-DEADLY at Scrabble. I'm sure that's a huge consolation while you're puking over the railing....

Posted by: Mir at September 11, 2005 9:13 PM

Oh MY! That certainly is far worse than it was on our ship.

And my nemesis was the chocolate creme brulee. ;)

Posted by: Angel at September 11, 2005 10:04 PM

2 gym excursions in 1 day? *bows down* I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!
We who are mired in our own fat salute you.

Listen, with waves like that I'd never leave my cabin. The gym, the dancing, continuing to eat? Fuggedaboutit. You rock. No kidding. You are officially my new hero. Or should that be HerGo? ;)

Posted by: Amy-GO at September 11, 2005 10:20 PM

Dayum! And when I'm on a cruise I feel virtuous if I just take the stairs a lot. Yay You on all the gym-a-cizing!

The ocean pic is gorgeous. If it just didn't have to be so darn move-y.

Posted by: DebR at September 11, 2005 11:10 PM

Aye second that Dayam - why would anyone ruin a perfectly good cruise with a perfectly wicked gym? I mean why?

Oh, Joshilyn girlfriend, you gotta get this straight - when is the next time you will be able to wine and dine on the QMII? I mean when? Live it up girl. You've got the drugs, you've got the shoes, and a husband who will cha cha.

The last time I got sea sick they told me to stay at the other end of the boat, DO NOT FACE IN, and oh, eat this box of saltines. That was as helpful as when hubby number two got me a chocolate shake to settle my squeezy "I mixed my wines" hangover stomach.

Honey, you've plenty of time to worry about the few extra pounds you'll come home with,just think of it as the difference in the exchange rate. Before long, and with a new pair of cute shoes (unless your feet are swollen) you'll fugettaboutit.

I'm living vicariously through you, so please how was the souffle? Yummmmm Atlantic lobster - way good.

Posted by: Cele at September 12, 2005 1:05 AM

I'm with Cele, you are on vacation; you're supposed to gain weight!

Btw, I saw Gods in Alabama in paperback in my local bookstore (Stockholm) this weekend. I bought it in hardback a couple of months ago, but picked it up just to flip through and the first line that I saw was, " big black dick." LOL!

Posted by: FoFuSa at September 12, 2005 4:57 AM