Which says a good deal positive about the protein level of the Miscon con suite.
We had, during the course of the weekend, breakfast (comes with the room) of hotel scrambled eggs, which we think had carbohydrate filler. But it was better than a sweet roll or cereal (they use sugar to stiffen the flakes)—then the hot dog (no bun) and pulled pork sandwich (hold the bun) items from the con suite for lunch and again for supper. One meal out, a chicken Caesar across the street at an actual restaurant. And the convention barbecue: 2 hot dogs no bun (me) and a couple of hamburgers no bun (Jane) and that was it for food for the weekend. We never felt hungry. And the carb in the eggs probably worked out to be enough. No alcohol. Zippo. Tempted, but no. Didn’t.

On the 3 hour drive home, being tired, I had fantasies of pulling into a gas station for a monster Toll House Cookie/Ice Cream sandwich, which is horrifically sweetened, which probably would have hit my carb-short system like a ton of bricks…

Fortunately I had more sense: Jane and I each got a packet of cashews at the 10,000 Silver Dollars stop at Haugen, the halfway point, and more coffee, more diet soda for her, and I was good.

WHen we got home, I’d gained back 3 pounds and she hadn’t. But… back on our regular diet, it went away, so that was just water-retention from something I was allergic to, probably something in the last hot dogs…such is life with allergies to the lily family (onion.)

At any rate, back to normal…and where I was when the weekend started.

We’re going to have a few more such tests of dietary ingenuity upcoming, a visit with Patty and Mike, and SoonerCon…but if we just stick to hotdogs and sandwiches, no bun, we can keep from undoing everything we’ve done. Fitting into those size 14 slim Levis this last weekend was a Good Thing.