Valentine's day, scale disappointment, and getting ready for the trip

Valentine's day went just about as expected. I made dinner, we ate, watched TV for a bit, I took a bath, then was asleep by 10:30. Behold, I am the most romantic newlywed on the face of the earth. :)

Further proof of this--part of my Valentine's day present for Rob involved a page where I wrote in the details about our wedding day...you know, time, date, maid of honor, best man, attendants, officiant, place, blah-de-blah. I copied it all very painstakingly...AND GOT OUR WEDDING DATE WRONG. We were married on April 3, 2004. Not April 4, 2004, which is what my brain doggedly insists.

You see, it's the 4s that get me. For some reason, I want to remember that we got married on 4/4/04. Which would be cool, numbers-wise, except that it's not true. So anyway, Rob has a long life of missed anniversaries to look forward to, unless I can drill 4/3/04 into the place in my brain that 4/4/04 currently occupies. :)

Now, let's talk about that scale for a minute, shall we? It has been very uncooperative lately. Granted, I didn't have the best food weekend, or the best food Monday either. However, there is simply no excuse for its assertion that I weighed 187 this morning. No excuse at all. I mean, come on, I worked so hard last week! If I leave for vacation weighing 187, that's about 4 lbs heavier than the last time everyone up there saw me. This is unacceptable. I hate you, scale.

It is one of those times that my tape measure would be good, though, if I could only find it. As I was taking a bath last night, I was noticing that there's less fat on my inner thighs than there used to be, and also on my upper calves. My arms are looking a bit leaner, too, but that may just be wishful thinking. I'm really curious to see how many inches are actually gone since...holy crap--last JUNE was the last time I measured? Yeah, it's long since past time. Though if I recall correctly, I weighed in the high 170s in June, so I may have gained inches since then. Sob. Maybe it's best that I don't know after all.

Speaking of the trip, we are nowhere near ready to go. Nothing's packed, the house is sort of wrecked, we won't have a rental car booked until tomorrow, and I'm not even sure where we'll be staying while we're there. I am taking all of Thursday off, though, so I should be able to get the house in order and everything packed before we have to leave for our 7 pm flight. Rob's mom is coming to house/cat-sit for us over the weekend, so at least that part of it's taken care of.

I've been thinking a lot about how I'm going to work out during the trip. Now that I've made workouts sort of a habit, I hate to wreck it because I went on vacation. Not to mention that I fully intend to eat the world while I'm up there, so I'd better have some kind of plan to burn it off. If we stay in a hotel, they'll probably have a little workout center, and they'll definitely have a pool. I think the local gym has some kind of partnership agreement with 24-hour fitness where I can get in with my card, so maybe I'll give that a try. And if it stays unseasonably warm like it has been the past few weeks (much to Rob's dismay, since he was looking forward to piles and piles of snow), I could walk/run outside. I don't know...we'll see. I'll pack workout clothes, anyway. Whether or not I actually use them remains to be seen.

Don't let her fool you. She gave me the most romantic coolest Valentines Day gift ever. That one number was written down wrong means nothing to me. I loved my present.

And on the other thing. I intend to eat the world while we're there and I'm not even thinking about working out. It's a freaking vacation. You can workout if you want though. :)