Two songs today, for the price of one!
We got back from vacation a few days ago. And I am pleased to note that I was able to maintian (and actually lose some inches), even though the diet and exercise opportunities were not necessarily the best.
We have gotten far, far better at vacationing. This is the same Cape Cod hotel we have gone to for, now, 16 years.
Let me tell you what things were like in 1997.
We would go out to HUGE breakfasts every morning. Omelets, pancakes, my husband would have bacon. Lunch was out, usually something fried. Exercise? What, are you nuts? Big dinners out, of course. Cookies at night in the room. Hot tub. Drive everywhere. Lather, rinse, repeat.
This is what things were like this year, and have been for a few years.
Breakfast is oatmeal and fruit, brought from home. Water. Walk to where my husband gets a pizza - and it's for him, only. Lunch is in the room - pizza for him, salad and a smoked turkey sandwich with hummus for me. There's a kitchen in the room so it's all made there, and it's apportioned. Hot tub. No swimming this year as the pool was not open, but we have gone swimming in the past. Dinner is still out, but this year it was a salad and a medium chicken burrito on day one, sushi on day two and Thai on day three. Filling and wonderful all three days, and well within the calorie budget (sushi went over on the sodium budget, but nothing else did). Skim milk and a skinny cow ice cream (portion control, FTW!) at night.
Oh and let's see. My size in 1997 was probably a 22/24. This year it's a 14/16.
Could I be better? Yes. I could be more vigilant and nuttier and stricter. But I was on vacation, so I allowed myself some leeway, but not too much.
I came home to no change in weight but a change in my measurements. They went down.
And this is why I bring food for two meals/day, every day, while on vacation. There is nothing tricky about that.
As for the second song, it's a tribute to Jeff Bauman, who was injured last month at the Marathon. That man is more than just someone who was unlucky that day, just like you and I are far more than our sizes. If someone bothers to just look, then they'll see.
Enjoy George Harrison, and the Grateful Dead.