So. The reason I have been gone is because I have been covering two shifts at work, and went away for the weekend with the girls to go opal mining. You definitely figure out who your friends are when you're stuck out in the middle of nowhere, in the Virgin Valley of Nevada. Ironically, you have to drive past quite a few cathouses to get there
We found some cool stuff- poking around in the mine tailings, which is cheaper (and easier) than using a pick and shovel to gouge chunks of dirt out of a clay mining bank. The only major finds- I got a contraluz opal about an inch in diameter, and one of my friends found a gorgeous opalized pinecone. To put it in perspective, the grizzled guys in the camp next to us had already heard that "some lady found a pinecone!" by the time we got back to the campsite. They all came over to see the great find. I may have gotten in trouble for singing, "my pinecone brings all the boys to the yard...", but that was only after the fifth or sixth contingent of guys showed up! So I think I exercised restraint
I must say, being a group of ladies in a somewhat male-dominated area, the gallantry displayed was kind of sweet. I think we only had to light our campfire once on our own. Yes, we were perfectly capable of doing it ourselves, but the guys next door had a BLOWTORCH. The Duralog Starter and fireplace matches never stood a chance.
I did manage to avoid the obvious pitfalls- beer, wine, and homemade snickerdoodles. I did indulge the first night, vodka with some blue cheese-stuffed olives. I tried to sort of find a better version of what the other girls were eating. To this end, I ate pork rinds for the first time. With celery sticks, with cheese slices, and in a moment of desperation, in place of a graham cracker when I had to have a roasted marshmallow (with 70% dark chocolate) for a s'more. It was a one-time thing, and it was delicious.
There were some dubious moments, as we were sharing food. I ate hot dogs, I ate too much almond butter and fruit. But on the whole, I did okay.
Then of course, I weighed in on Tuesday morning (after the 12 hour return drive! OY!!!) and the scale said, "238".
For the record, this is 1 lb. more than I weighed when I started PB on the first place. I was down a pound again this morning, but I am seriously getting frustrated. I am going to keep this up though- I have a trip to Tuscany coming up in a month, and school ends after next week, so I have three good weeks to throw everything I have at this, and see where it gets me.
I do love eating this way, and eating VLC is something I have tried (it doesn't work for me.) I wonder what the heck is going on?
Having said that, I did some "frustration eating" today. Just picking, not enough to make me sick, but I kind of fell into that "screw it, this doesn't work for me" mindset. I am guessing that the missing link is sleep (once again) and of course, exercise.