Vegas, Baby!

It's Wednesday evening and I've just woken up from a nap.

Mark and I got home from our Vegas trip around 3 and let me just say that I am officially too old to survive for long on so few hours of sleep!

We spent a lot of time buying this...

Mama needs her coffee!

This is a shot of our new found freedom:

Because everyone needs to see us on the plane, right? LOL

It's funny that I didn't actually take a ton of photos. I'm usually whipping my phone out on the regular, but there are SO MANY PEOPLE on the streets and such. I think I've mentioned before that I'm not a fan of too many people being around me.

So, what did we do while we were there? Well, I gambled...a lot. Mark doesn't love it quite as much as I do, but he played along. We also walked...and walked...and walked.

Check out these stats from our first full day:

We did see a show our last night. I cannot recommend this enough!

So impressive! We kept thinking how much the girls would love it! But, I'm sure they were having a ton more fun without us. Ha!

This show was at our hotel. Which was why we chose to see this version of Cirque de Soleil. Because, lazy. And our hotel was amazing. I'd show you, but no pictures. 

Speaking of the girls, they went to Disneyland with the Bishop Kelly choir. Which was the catalyst for us going to Vegas. Win/win for sure! My friend Jennifer sent this of the girls:

Clearly they miss us.

And clearly, I was eating responsibly on our way home...

Airport Cinnabon? Yes, please!  (Poor Mark had to be my photo assistant)

I will say that our journey home was delightful with all this leg room. So nice for those of us who normally are squished up on airplanes!

And now, it's back to work. I can say that I'm actually happy to be home. And I'm also actually looking forward to the normalcy of life. Exactly what you would hope to achieve with vacation!

Now I just need my chicks to get home...

Fitbit, no shame in my tardy-to-the-party game.

Recently, I joined the Fitbit bandwagon.  As always, I'm a bit late to the party.  I can see how someone with an addictive personality such as mine could get a little crazy with one of these bad boys.  After being sick for the majority of the fall and winter, plus sinus surgery, my work-outs have been non-existent.  I needed a boost of motivation.

So far, I'm about 50/50 on hitting my step goal.  I'm doing okay on logging food, and pretty much rock at getting enough water.  It's also cool to see how I'm (not) sleeping, as I tend to be a bit of an insomniac.  I'm great at falling asleep, but not staying asleep.  I imagine if I looked into my food log on the days I'm not sleeping well, I could see a pattern.  But as always, denial and I are besties.

To be honest, I can super easily talk myself OUT of exercising. So, for me, this is a good way to motivate myself.  Make it a challenge.  I still will find myself an out on occasion, but for the most part, I am making it happen.  When once I would have decided to hang out on the couch in the evening, if I don't have my 10,000 steps for the day, it's out the door I go!  Most of the time, at least.   I also like that I can add additional exercise in a different area.  It's also nice to know that even if I'm not getting in an "actual" workout, I've taken 10,000 or more steps for the day. 

We've actually considered getting an activity tracker for each of  the girls.  They are like me and tend to over-estimate how much exercise they are truly getting.  And I've never seen two kids more affected by not getting enough exercise.  Their brains just function so much better when they've been active that day.  They are also very influenced by not enough sleep.  Oh, and another trait they inherited from me is getting "hangry".  So, I doubt it would change their attitude, but at least I could know if they were being mean due to hunger, or just because they are teens.  Ha!

It seems that this would be treading some very dangerous waters though.  We have always stressed being healthy and strong as important.  Not weight.  I think we've done a pretty good job. (Or maybe, denial again...)  I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't worry about the message a tracker would send though. Growing up, they were always excited to see they had grown at their check-ups.  Peyton even went as far as to correct her weight (to higher) when she got her drivers license.  The clerk looked at her like she had two heads and told her "most women would never admit that"!  (Definitely another post, grrr...)

I have to think about the trackers for the girls some more.  But as for me, so far, so good.  Now I just need to find myself a motivator for house work and all of the other things I'm really good at excusing myself from.