OK, I’m eating crow now, which will probably just make me lose even more weight.
Turns out I’ve lost a pound this week while cruising to Alaska on the Star Princess. My final weigh-in, Friday afternoon: 197, down from 198 last Saturday when we left Seattle. We’re home at 7 in the morning Saturday.
What can I say, I’ve shown some willpower (a tiny bit) and only caved a couple times when passing the pizza stand right outside my cabin. I’ve done only three courses at dinner, and usually ordered light: fish several nights, with cold soups and salads rather than lots of pasta. I’ve avoided the ice-cream sundae stand entirely, and it probably helped that I had to record my weight and report to the world. But neither was I shy about all those gooey desserts.
Yet I’ve gone contrary to what everyone expects. Even the ship’s maitre d’ told a joke about how “when guests come on the ship, they’re called passengers, but when they leave they’re called cargo.”
So why the weight loss? I’ve walked a lot and hiked a bit when on shore. I’ve done a couple brisk walking laps a day around deck, but that’s less than a mile, so I can’t sound heroic. A little bit of seasickness – no worshiping the toilet bowl, just off my feed — helped cut my appetite on at-sea days.
So there you go: I’ll make a fortune writing the new book, “The Cruise Ship Diet.”