Friday, June 25, 2010
Crazy goes everywhere, even with you on vacation
TOTALLY not where we're going. Photo Source
Gary and I leave for our vacation on Saturday morning. I'm really looking forward to ten days of book reading, quiet time, sunshine (fingers crossed) and relaxation. I'm terrified of slipping up and blowing my diet.
I weigh in on Wednesdays, as you know. I don't attend WW meetings, but rather, I'm following the program online. I know I'll have internet access for most of the trip, if not the entire time, so I should be able to track what I'm eating.
The last time we went on a holiday while I was dieting, we went out for lunch ten minutes after arriving and I ordered everything I had been avoiding for months. Fries, burgers, soda, wine, dessert. In the days that followed, I ate whatever I wanted, in whatever quantity I wanted, because "I'm on holiday!"
Are you surprised that after a week of that, I came home sluggish, pants too tight, and I never recovered?
I desperately don't want that to happen next week. It's summertime, and I'm hoping I can base most of my meals around fresh veggies and fruits. I am going to do my very best to make healthy, low-point choices. If all else fails, I'm going to watch my portion sizes, and I'm going to try to get as much activity in every day as I can. If that means walking, doing sit ups in the bedroom, or jumping jacks in the backyard, I'm going to try to squeeze it in.
The one crazy thing I am debating about is taking my scale with me. We're driving, so I don't have a luggage restriction. I really want to weigh in on Wednesday, gain or loss, and I want that mental check. I'm sure Gary's mom has a scale, but it might not be calibrated the same way as mine, and I'm all for accuracy. Does this actually make me insane? Have I gone too far?
I want to enjoy my life, and I want to enjoy my vacation. This is going to be a lifelong process, and this won't be the last time I'm faced with holiday eating. So I'll do the best I can. I'm going to choose veggies over carbs, and diet soda over margaritas if I have to, except for the night when we go to the Italian restaurant in Trail that has THE BEST spaghetti and meatballs I've ever had. That night, I'm eating the pasta.