Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Fit and Living in Las Vegas: Day 2 - Made my Day, A Date and Stain

Billy b w/ the Lady who made his day yesterday and again today with powerful words =)
 
 
I was walking back to my room after the all hands meeting yesterday.  I was alone and lost in the dark recesses of my mind.  I had spend the reception and the afternoon secession as yesterday conference looking at people.  One thing people probably don't notice about me is I am a people watcher. I could sit there all day and just watch the people.  However, that afternoon was different.  I was not just watching the people, I was really watching the men.  I know that I will catch some shit for that line, but, it was truth. 
 
I had gone to the meeting and reception in cargo pants (b/c they are my most comfortable pants for traveling), tennis shoes and a button down un-tucked (my father would be so pissed if he read this).  I assumed the kick off would be casual.  However, I was wrong.  Most dudes were in either suits or sport coats with nice slacks.  I felt so guilty I went into the bathroom and tucked in my shirt.  Still I found myself noticing peoples feet more and more often looking for at least one other person in tennis shoes.  I suddenly felt very guilty about the whole thing.  finally, I saw two other people in the tennis shoes and I relaxed a little bit.
 
However, what I was stuck on was two things one how nice every other dude was dress, and two that I had some how let my father down b/c I didn't dress for the occasion and how I known better than that.  This line of thought always took me to the same point. Why would I buy clothes that were nice and stylish when in the next 12 months I am going to shrink out of them.  It is really a conundrum.   then my old friend mr doubt set in.  Telling me that I was never going to loose the weight I needed. I should just buy some suits and be a well dressed fat man.  
 
This was about the time  I started to walk back to the towers and the room.  I kept trying to tell myself that I would make it back here next year and be dressed well.  Maybe not suits but definitely and upgrade from the baggy shaggy clothes I had on this year.  However mr doubt kept telling me hadn't I said that before.  Didn't I have this dream last year?  Isn't the story the same?  So again, I started to feel bad about myself. 
 
I was approaching the intersection the B Bar and the casino which signaled the left turn that leads me to elevator to my room.  These fucking casinos are mazes built to keep you in.  That is when I bumped into the dynamic duo of Christine (pictured above) and Krissie a couple of my co-workers.  We headed towards the elevator talking about Basketball (warriors game) and the show they were going to see, when Christine turned to me and said, Bill can I just tell you how good look now.  Keep yup the good work, you are doing great!
 
It really made my day.  Here I was struggling with the whole the getting better and doing it verse being stuck in the same place just like always and bam, right in my face comes this wonderful complement about how much of a difference she can see in who I was 6 months ago and who I am today.  That just really, really made me smile. I was so happy!  Those were some powerful words.
 
I told her today she made my day and she once again praised me telling me she can tell a difference and to keep it up.  She said she was looking at an old picture of me when she made me sign that said grumpy accountant and I wore it around my neck and then at me today and she said it was day and night and that she was proud of me.  I beamed!  I didn't know I could do that, but I did.  It was very empowering to hear!  It also makes me think I can keep up the good work and maybe just maybe a year from now, be dressed a little sharper for next years conference =)  Thanks Christine you really did make my day yesterday and  today =)
 
So, I had a date this a.m.  at 6:55 a.m. right here in las vegas.  the date was with an old friend, I had not seen in about 5 or 6 years.   It was so good to meet back up with them and they made me feel great about myself even thought they totally wore me out. 
 
I have to thank the Elliptical at the Wynn b/c it really worked me over this a.m.  I did it for a half hour!  Whoot Whoot!  It felt good.  However, I hurt now and am very tired, like I said warn out. I was so happy I got up and went to the gym.  Even if I had to pay 15 bucks for it.  Stupid Wynn not including that in my room.  It felt really good and 1 of 4 workouts done =)
 
Just to prove I did it:
 


No when I logged it is said I burnt 910 calories... well I won't be eating those back, but...  I hope it is true =)
 

Stain

Would it surprise you if I told you I got my shirt stained at lunch today?  If you know me it probably wouldn't. 

Would it surprise you if I foreshadowed it, by making the comment I shouldn't go back for two more pork tacos b/c I will probably end of wearing it?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise you if I told you I did it in front of a table full of customers?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise you if I told you that I bought a tide stick to try and get out the stain?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise if you the lady who sold it to me told me soap and water works just as well, but only after she opened the stick for me and handed it to me?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

It looks a lot better after first treatment:

Doesn't look to terrible after 2nd treatment:


I am not dumb I brought extra shirts just in case, I pulled a Billy b and wore instead of eating my lunch.

All and all I have done really good here on day 2.  Smoothie breakfast.  Pork lunch with salad.  Lets see where dinner takes us now, but we also called the front desk and had them take the snacks out of the room.  I tried to stay out of them last night, but the damn Reese's pieces I couldn't withstand, me and ET always like those damn things....

Well it is off to another speaker and then to the Encore Beach Club tonight for a little R&R!!!

Happy day!

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