Monday, May 31, 2010
I leave this Friday for nearly 2 weeks and have spent a lot of time thinking about what this could mean to my progress.
Usually, I bring my scale with me, but I've decided that after all this time, I should be able to make good decisions without it as long as I plan. (Translation: I don't trust the airlines not to destroy it in transit.)
I've already checked the supermarkets in the area and found a Whole Foods. I booked my B&B based on the fact that they give a free gym membership in the local gym and have been in touch to get the schedule of classes. I've also checked their website to learn what other stuff is available.
The Internet is making this so much easier. There's a welcome dinner Friday, and I could check the menus at the restaurant so I could decide if I wanted to join. After all, after traveling most of the day and with the time change, I could justify not going.
So, it is with a little fear and trepidation that I plan not to weigh myself every morning. The last time I did this was in November, but I was traveling with someone who'd lost 80 pounds 50 years ago and kept it off. I figured if I mirrored her eating style, I'd be fine.
This time, I'm on my own. Planning to spend days on end curled up with a manuscript and generally sitting. But, with the gym and some daily walks, I should be find.
Boulder, here I come.