So the big question about my vacation… Did I gain weight?
I wondered about that along the way. I had no scale with me and no fitted clothes by which to judge. (I thought about bringing my scale. But that seemed a bit obsessive even to me.) My emotions about being scale-less were mixed. It was actually sort of liberating not to let a number potentially dictate my day. But it was also a bit scary. What if those big restaurant portions and sauces with mystery ingredients (probably sugar) were adding up?
Would I have eaten differently if I had a scale with me? Maybe. It probably would have depended on what the number said each morning. But maybe not. Although I suspect I would NOT have had the extra two chicken wings!
I can tell you this for certain – past vacations have always been about food and eating whatever I wanted and splurging. And the last day of vacation was always about that last chance to indulge before the diet would restart the next day. And the trip home from wherever was filled with treats that I intended to eat or toss when I walked through my door. Getting it in while I had an excuse. Reality was suspended. But this time I kept thinking that I was going to weigh in at home on Sunday morning and I sooo did not want to have gained while away. It kept me from any last minute indulgences on the long drive back. And let me tell you it is a challenge to eat a burger in the car without eating the bun!
So, are you tired of waiting? I was. Anxious to get my feet on the scale and see the damage. Was there damage? I stepped on. The numbers fluttered and I had a freak out moment when I transposed them in my head. Surely I had not gained that much! But then I looked again. And I got off and back on and looked again. OMG! I had actually lost weight! A first for me on vacation. Not a lot. But actually more in that week than I had been losing in my slow turtle-like pace at home. I know it’s because I really watched myself and chose to not eat those things that were calling out to me. And probably because I was too busy to snack; I don’t think I had more than one post-dinner nibble the whole trip. Very atypical for me. And darned if it didn’t pay off:) Maybe I need to go on vacation more often!