I lost 7.5 pounds while I was on vacation. I was nervous because eating at Mom’s house is a little addictive. She makes the best seafood gumbo ever, and she smothers pork roast in a way that makes me want to eat the whole (totally gigantic) pot.
I exercised about half of the days I was there. I walked several laps a day around the track and sweated like I’ve never sweated before….love that southern humidity. 😉
I also ate sensible portions when I ate the home cooking. And one night, when we were out for dinner, I ate 3 bowls of salad before eating the main course – chicken alfredo. While I have to admit that it’s not nearly as good as the alfredo I can eat in New York, it was still very tasty. I could have easily eaten more. But I reminded myself how good it would feel to step on the scale knowing that at least I tried. And I was right.
This summer has been a summer of fun and travels. And earlier today I realized that I travel a lot…Vacations are for having fun, enjoying time with friends and/or family…relaxing at the beach then splashing in the waves, trying new hobbies and even being adventurous.
Throughout my travels I’ve learned that I can have the fun everyone else is having and feel satisfied without overeating. There’s no reason to change habits that make me feel good because I’m in a different zip code. I actually didn’t miss out on any of the fun either during the 30 minutes a day I spent exercising.
When I stepped on the scale yesterday I was amazed. And I felt proud of myself, at the moment, for living a different lifestyle…one in which I’m in control. And that feeling is still better than any second serving of pork roast or fried foods or cake…