Our camping vacation was 12 days this time, longer than previous trips. My history was: start the trip at one weight, then vacation, and come home 5# heavier. I was determined this wouldn't happen, but self-talk plays wicked games with my resolve.
I tried to eat at my normal schedule, and be careful with my portions. But we were with friends a good deal of the time; and we spent many evenings at Tom'sPlaceBar, where dozens of people we know like to get togetherand catch up on each others' lives. They are our friends, too, and consider us "locals". It's the old "eat, drink and be merry" atmosphere...and we did just that.
As time progressed, I was convinced that my pants were fitting snugger and that I was a bit bloated. "The same old, same old", I thought. My ankles were swelling too, on the way home, from sitting in the car so long. I was dreading the prospect of confronting a weight gain, and in the process, was formulating the blog to go with it.
At home, my DH weighed in and announced to me he had lost 5#. "It's not lost," I said, "I'm sure I've found it". " Get on the scale," he said. I complied, hoping it wasn't even more than I feared.
Standing on the scale, I stared dumbfounded in disbelief at my number. "That can't be right!" I had actually LOST a half pound.
I learned some valuable lessons.
1) I am developing good habits in eating choices.
2) One or two days of unconscious eating WON"T UN-Do a month's worth of
3)Negative self-talk (in my previous life) would have spoiled a perfectly
4)When I walk, even to the outhouses, I walk with exercise purpose.
As to the "drawing board", there is a light at the end of the tunnel!!