It’s like I was training with the Colts (well, sorta)

Wow.

I’ve gotta tell you: I’m truly amazed today.

I was all set to talk about how plateaus are inevitable, especially after four weeks of weight loss in a row.

How I knew I probably wouldn’t lose considering two celebrated birthdays in one week (and especially the Bakery Bogart Catastrophe of 2010).

And how my trip to the Final Four threw off my routine, most notably my inability to maintain my normal water intake while traveling, etc.

Looks like I’ll get to save the excuses for another week.

Let me tell you a couple of things I did right, though.

I walked. And walked. And walked some more.

From our parking structure to Lucas Oil Stadium. And then once in the stadium, we walked even more.

We walked a ramp that I swear was at least a mile long, spiraling up to our nosebleed seats. (This picture is from our seats for the first game. We snuck down into some closer seats for the second game.)

I wasn’t really expecting all that walking, but I was so thankful that I have been working out for a month before having to do that.

By the time we made it to the top, I had thrown my hair in a pony tail and all my makeup had dripped from my face into my shirt. But I made it.

For lunch that day, we stopped off at Olive Garden for the unlimited soup, salad and breadsticks. I limited myself to 1.5 breadsticks and filled up on salad (we asked for the light dressing) and minestrone.

Our dinner was in the stadium. Trust me, the nachos, the pizza, the polish sausages with peppers and onions … they were all calling my name.

But I had a veggie burger and wheat thins. (My friend Karen will love that, considering I made fun of her for a similar menu choice a few years ago.)

Tonight, my best friend and her husband are using the second half of our Final Four tickets for the championship game. I hope they have a great time.

Oh yeah, since you asked: My Lucas Oil Stadium workout and veggie burger helped me lose 3 more pounds this week!

That’s 14 pounds so far.

I knocked out 2 miles on the treadmill this morning, and tonight I’ll head to kickboxing (heaven help me).

I’m starting to think it might just all be worth it.