I am doing a little happy dance:) In just under a month I am going to the spa. Aah – the bliss:)
I have been before, not to this exact destination, but to a sister property. And it is heaven on earth to me.
My first experience at the spa was just about 10 years ago: Canyon Ranch in Tucson. My mother, a travel agent at the time, took me. It was a new experience for us both. And amazing beyond words. I don’t know what I expected but am very sure that every expectation was far exceeded. Unfortunately, mid-trip my maternal grandmother passed away and my mother and I cut short our stay in paradise. As we left, my mother promised to take me back. I still remember her remarking about the look on my face the whole time I was there, filled with wonder and joy.
My second experience was shared with my two sisters-in-law who wanted to get in on the fun. My mother was generous enough to take us all and it was amazing. And somehow, over time, those spa get-aways seem to have become a bi-annual event. We exercise all day, have luxurious pampering treatments at night, and look forward to every delicious, healthy meal. Every moment is fabulous.
This would not have been a spa year. But my mother surprised (just) me with the upcoming trip as a thank you for supporting her during a family crisis a few months back. And decided since it was just the two of us this time we would try out the Canyon Ranch property in Lenox, Massachusetts, something we have wondered about for years.
Excitement is starting to build as she and I already start to plan our days. What classes do we want to take? Which massages or facials will we schedule? I am feeling the adrenaline just sitting here writing about it! Happy dance.
Last year, in the months before my spa trip, I was very motivated to lose weight. I called it my naked-in-the-hot-tub-diet. (You can read more about the nakedness and hot-tub story here.) I ate well and increased my exercise. Friends laughed that I was the only person they knew who tried to get in shape before going to the spa! And when I got back, I kept at it, still motivated by my new, healthy lifestyle. Then the yo-yo came back and hit me in the face and I started to put back on some of the weight that I thought was off for good. But eventually I regained control and the yo-yo swung the other way and I got back on track and started my blog and realized that this really is a lifestyle and not a diet. And thanks to that realization and a lot of hard work, I am ready to get naked and slide under the sheets for my massage. This next month I will keep eating well and working out but my focus will be on recovering from my broken bone (physical therapy starts this week) so I have no limitations on vacation: my gonna-take-five-exercise-classes-a-day-at-the-spa-with-no-darn-injury-to-hold-me-back-butt-kicking plan:)