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"   Frenemy Jessica caught me on camera stuffing Pizza Hut into my mouth while stranded in Miami International Airport! Please excuse the no make-up, no sleep scariness\u2013this is after an 11 hour overnight flight from Buenos Aires to Miami. I&amp;#039;m baaack! Buenos Aires was absolutely incredible\u2013one of the best vacations ever, really. The girls and I toured the city, shopped the markets, bought loads of antique jewels, chain-smoked cigarettes like the locals until we&amp;#039;d sworn them off forever, hiked through the jungles of Iguazu, swam in the waterfalls, and stayed out &amp;#039;til the sun rose 7 out of 10 nights. Also\u2013we ate steak. Lots and lots of steak. Nothing but steak, actually. I swear, it&amp;#039;s all they have on the menus over there! That and fried empanadas. Sigh. I probably packed on at least a good 5 lbs. BUT! I did manage to hit the hotel gym and run 8 km (don&amp;#039;t know what that translates to in miles...?) five times and go hiking through the jungle (which I think counts as a sixth workout). So, I wasn&amp;#039;t COMPLETELY hopeless.  But still, by the time I got on the plane back to New York, I had vowed to drink nothing but water, eat nothing but Nu-Kitchen, and stick to my workout regimen like a new religion. Ahem. That was BEFORE enduring an 11-hour overnight flight to Miami, missing my connecting flight to New York, standing in (I kid you not) 22 different lines, dragging 50 lbs worth of carry-on luggage back and forth through the ridiculously large Miami airport, being rejected from other NY-bound flights, and finally making it onto a late afternoon one (24 hours worth of stress-filled traveling). After all that, I was in line at Pizza Hut faster than you can say &amp;quot;transfat&amp;quot;. Ugh.  But now, I&amp;#039;m officially back in New York and back on the wagon! xo "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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