Home sweet home. Hmm. Maybe I should rephrase that because just seeing the word “sweet” makes me remember all the treats I ate on vacation and I am getting a stomachache thinking about it! Home “healthy eating” home. Yes – that’s better:)
I had a fabulous time at the spa with my mom. Fabulous with a capital “F”. That letter also stands for fitness (which I had lots of) and food (which I had too much of) and FUN. And fast… since it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and here I am back at my computer. With my brain in a post-vacation fog of fuzziness. (Loving alliteration today for some reason.)
I learned some things on this spa trip that I thought I’d share, if you don’t mind indulging me by hanging in there for just one more post about my vacation.
Let’s talk exercise first. I did a lot. Some days I took six 45-minute classes. This tells me that I could be, maybe should be, working out longer and harder and more often at home. I have the time. Now I need to find the motivation. The more I worked out, the more energized I felt. Yes, at the end of the day I was tired. But it was a great tired. A feeling of accomplishment. A sense of repleteness. A knowledge that I had worked hard and hard enough. I would love to have that feeling more often from exercise here at home. Maybe the time has come to find some new options, some new classes, some new ways to push my body.
Food is a whole other story. I confirmed something I already suspected – I am very sensitive to sweets and bready carbs. Even when they are “diet” treats. At the beginning of the trip, when I allowed just a few into my system, I could have just a taste of ice cream and put down the spoon. I would choose protein for my afternoon snack. I could be in my room in the evening and ignore the cookies sitting on the dresser that I had brought back from lunch. But there was a quick snowball effect on my system. A bagel for breakfast and muffins mid-morning quickly lead to a cupcake after lunch and pie after dinner and then in the evening my hands reached for the cookies still sitting on the dresser. This was the feeling I used to get all the time: the eating-because-I-was-thinking-of-the-food-and-wanting-the-food but in no way due to hunger. The snowball grew. And during my hours of travel home, the snowball became an avalanche. I had made a mistake by stockpiling yummy spa treats for the plane ride. I had too much food – several kinds of cookies, granola, a bagel – and I knew I was not going to bring it home with me. So into my mouth it went. And I was uncomfortably full.
Now the good news is that I absolutely know that I will be back on my healthy eating program today. What I ate at Canyon Ranch stays at Canyon Ranch. So to speak. I am not even the least bit worried about willpower or cheating or losing the couple of pounds I gained.
But the bad news is… I saw how very close I skate to the edge. And how very easy it is to start sliding, and slipping, and falling.
I’m not worried about today. Or tomorrow. I am however, already thinking about my next vacations. I have several weekends away coming up this summer. And hopefully many more spa trips in my future. I need to remind myself that one spoonful of ice cream on vacation tastes good, but several dishes over several days leaves a bad aftertaste in my mind.
Vacation is over. Back to reality. And my reality, along with lots of laundry and many blogs to catch up on, includes exercise and healthy eating.