My radio silence means I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Not unusual for me, I know. Usually, when I stop blogging, it’s because I’m not doing the things I need to do to lose weight.
It’s more of the same: Eating more and exercising less than I should because I feel like I should focus all my spare time on writing/editing/promoting my books.
I spent the weekend in Tempe, at a writers’ conference. The good news is it gave me a shot of energy to refocus on my writing. In fact, when I got back to Flagstaff Sunday afternoon, I sat down to write new words (on a brand-new story) for the first time in WEEKS. It. Was. Fantastic.
What it was not, however, was good for my diet. I got a lot of walking in, but eating was all over the place. Lots of delicious junk food on offer, and decadent dinners (Lobster Mac & Cheese, anyone)?
The conference was at the Tempe Mission Palms, right on bustling Mill Avenue, near ASU.
The courtyard was a nice, relaxing place to sit and catch my breath.
The bed was nice and comfortable. (The pillows were a bit on the lumpy side, though.)
Most of the food was, as I said, not something I ought to eat. However, Saturday’s luncheon was lovely. It was the one meal included with the conference registration, and included a wedge salad with mandarin oranges, pomegranate seeds and julienned jicama. The star of the meal was the beef, served over polenta and broccolini. Dessert was a chocolate cake with whipped cream frosting and crushed Oreos on top.
Saturday’s dinner involved a short walk to Gordon Biersch. I’m not a huge drinker — and even less of a BEER drinker. But I decided that if I was going to eat at a microbrewery, by God, I was going to have a beer.
I told our server that I wasn’t a big beer drinker, and liked the taste of Corona. She recommended the Hefeweizen, which has a banana-clove finish. It was surprisingly delicious.
Just looked it up online and found this description: “This traditional German wheat beer is left unfiltered to bring out its sparkling, yet subtle notes of banana & clove. It was once reserved for Bavarian royalty but evolved into a breakfast or after church beer, a testament to its refreshing palate.”
At least the peasant police didn’t haul me away for drinking beer reserved for Bavarian royalty.
Dinner was with several of my friends from my NARWA chapter, a couple hours before I was due to be at the big book signing. At first, I waffled over whether to get a beer. I eventually decided on “yes.” The conversation ended something like this.
“One beer won’t get me that drunk.”
Won’t be living THAT comment down anytime soon.
Famous last words. That’s one BIG beer. And it was touch-and-go there when I realized we were about to be late for the signing and needed to chug about the last 1/3. I wasn’t drunk, but I was bubblier and gigglier than normal. Of course, that’s not necessarily a bad thing when you’re trying to be upbeat and friendly enough to attract folks to your table.
It was a great weekend, full of friends, food and fun. I am so dreading heading back to work today. But I need to not only get back to the dreaded day job but also recommit to eating better.
And I still have to do my taxes. Also not looking forward to that. Guess it’s back to the real world.
Someday, writing is going to BE my day job.
Until then, I’m stuck being busy, busy, busy, struggling in vain to find the right balance. I hate the fact that I can’t seem to balance writing/weight loss. I need to try, though. Even my “fat” clothes are getting tight, and I don’t have money for a new wardrobe.