I sped right into the gym this afternoon to get back on my program with Trainer Tom. Who came in only to train me.

Here’s our conversation:

Me: “No exercise, great food–but I think I only gained three lbs. maybe. Let’s weigh on Tuesday.”

Tom: “Actually, I’m going to weigh you now.”

Me (blanching): “But I’m not ready for that.”

Tom: “It’s ok. Whatever it is, it’ll be ok.”

Me (getting on the scale, back to the number): “I think it’s no more than three. But maybe it’s five. Shit. Is it five?”

Tom: (smiles and holds up two fingers)

Me: “YES!!!”

Tom: “That’s great! From the food you were posting I was afraid I wouldn’t recognize you!”

Two pounds.

The cost of a really great vacation. No exercise. The best breakfasts I’ve ever had. And plenty of them. Wine. Prosecco. Pasta. Amaretto cookies.

It felt good to see Tom and lift weights today. To be back in the gym. Back to the program.

Really good.