Las Vegas is making me fat.

Fine, not fat, but I will admit that it’s much harder to stay in shape here. For one, I drive places which cuts down on my walking time. And there are a million amazing restaurants serving up middle America, tourist-sized portions in my backyard. It’s a recipe for a diet disaster.

Since moving here almost 5 months ago, I’ve gained about 4 pounds. I know it’s not much, but I can tell. And even though I chug a green juice, a shot of E3 and some Cod Liver Oil every morning, I just can’t get back to my NYC weight. Back when I was living in Manhattan, I ate a bagel with cream cheese every single day and managed to drop two jean sizes. It’s amazing how getting in the car instead of pounding the pavement can have such an effect.

Plus, I love food. I’m generally pretty healthy but put a plate of pasta or French fries in front of me and forget it. I always have good intentions and swear I will just have the salad when I walk into dinner. Next thing I know, I’ve lost all control and there’s a side of truffle mac and cheese of which I promise myself I’ll just have a bite.

Basically, Vegas has stripped me of some self-control.

But right after New Year’s, I decided to become a cliche and do a 3-day juice cleanse with my friend Mike. This is not my first cleanse – I’ve done BluePrint and Organic Avenue and my friend Marisa from Delray beach’s custom Superfood smoothie program. But it had been a while and I needed something to shock me back to skinny.

As always, I dropped about 6 pounds in 72 hours. My stomach was once again concave and my skinny jeans were baggy. I felt like Mary Kate Olsen – in a good way.

But of course once I started eating again, I was like a runaway train.

So I’m back to my pre-Vegas routine – just eating really healthy, small portions all the time and not acting like it’s the lat time I’ll ever see food. There is no easy solution. The only way to do it is to eat less and move more.

It’s been 3 days and I’m down a half a pound. Since I’m not looking to lose much – maybe 5 pounds total – I know it’s going to be really annoying, but it’s almost pool season in Vegas and if that’s not motivation, I don’t know what is…