Okay....you're probably wondering if my healthy eating went down the toilet while I was in Chicago (notice the weight gain in the side bar?) It did...and it didn't.
As in - I didn't eat much (I was given vouchers for my meals in the hotel) and the chef there is renowned so I didn't order salads in case you were wondering. I had a chicken wrap one day and a turkey club sandwich the next. I ordered lots of fresh fruit and one time I did get fries. I was bad...but I couldn't help myself.
We did LOTS of walking - Michigan Avenue is awesome (aka the Magnificent Mile) so I know I got in my exercise. It's just the whole sitting around in the airport drinking way too much coffee that brings on the extra bloat thing that did me in. That and the peanut M&Ms I grabbed before I got on the plane to come home. (I hadn't had dinner and there would be none served on the plane - and did you know you don't get the free nuts anymore!? You have to pay for them now!
I'm having a hard time getting focused now that I'm home. With the kitchen all torn up - we're eating at really odd hours (last night dinner was at 12:30 AM!) I need to get back to my workout DVD and back to journaling my food. I'm chalking last week up to an "out of the ordinary week" (wouldn't you agree?) but this week it's back to basics. And I KNOW when I see myself on TV next Thursday that I'm going to croak. It was bad enough seeing the video vignette they played on my "life" during the show. I look like a chubby little frump. Definitely good casting for someone going through a midlife crisis!
Now....some funny things that happened during my 15 minutes of fame.
When we got into the limo to go to the Oprah Studios - the driver asked which one of us was going to be on the show. "ME!" I beamed proudly. "Oh..what is the show about today?" he asked. Before I could answer my darling younger sister (the baby of the family and forever the clown) said "The show is about Stupid Human Tricks. My sister here can walk on her hands with her legs wrapped around her neck!" I wanted to die! "She's lying! I'm going though a midlife crisis!" I yelled. I think he still thought I was weird.
When we arrived there a young African American man walked into the greenroom with a badge that clearly said STAFF and the afore mentioned sister asked "Are you STEADMAN??!!" She was kidding of course and thankfully he laughed.
Just before air time my other sister looked at me and gasped. She was staring at my pants and instant panic set it. "WHAT?" She said "We have an issue with your pants here." I looked down and I had split 6 inches on the inseam! This could only happen to me! (I thought I'd heard something tear when I climbed into the limo earlier...) When the nice man who wasn't Steadman returned I informed him that we had a minor wardrobe malfunction. He looked at me funny (maybe thinking of Janet Jackson?) Anyway - he brought me a robe and a sewing kit and some sticky tape and I was as good as new in no time. Whew! Turns out you never see me below the waist anyway (which is a good thing for more reasons than a hole in my pants.)
My extended family is all coming over Friday for an Oprah Party. Even though the show will air Thursday here in the U.S. - we're going to tape it and watch it again all together. I won't mind watching it again. Heck - I'll probably watch it a gazillion times!