No Update... No Hope

I am back home after going up to Golden yesterday morning for a business meeting.  So, no scale this morning meant no update. I did well eating overall and didn't even drink too much considering that I was in Coor's backyard... until tonight.  Didn't even plan to stay for dinner this evening.  Thought of coming home this afternoon.  As much as my stomach wishes I had come home and skipped the planned festivities, I enjoyed the evening and was glad I stayed.  The evening started with a visit to Children's Hospital in Denver, sponsored by The March of Dimes.  That visit included a tour of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit and ended with a couple of people sharing moving stories about their premature infants. 

As sad and touching as those stories were, they had no impact on my appetite and I found plenty of room for the meat-fest that is Texas de Brazil.  For those of you who have never been, TdB is a single price all you can eat table side buffet.  Does this mean my plan to never eat at a buffet is over?  Yes.  The salad bar alone is enough to satisfy any normal person on any normal day.  And, if you have never been to a Brazilian steakhouse, I highly recommend not overdoing it on the very tasty salad buffet items and leaving room for the meat.  The variety of meats, from filet mignon to pork tenderloin to lamb to chicken, are served by a stream of gauchos with long skewers.  They came to the table so quickly that, as one of our table-mates so elegantly stated, you feel like you are in the Meat Olympics.  It is a race to consume each piece of meat to clear space before the next gaucho showed up at the table.  Some of the gauchos were on top of each other.  The meat never stops ("that's what she said")...  truly a carnivore's heaven.  The meal was fantastic.  The company was great.  Thanks again to The March of Dimes for a great evening.

I am not going to whine and moan about how bad I was.  I am not even that upset with myself.  I laughed thinking back to the days when I first experienced a Brazilian steakhouse, the Rodizio Grill, and remembered the amount of meat I ate on those two occasions.  I only wish that this dinner hadn't occured on the night before my official December 1 weigh-in.  At the moment, I am half-tempted to skip weighing in at all tomorrow and saving myself the agony of hating myself in the morning.  My fear is that I may not have lost any weight at all this month.  We will see.

Here's to The March of Dimes and all of the great things they do for premature babies...