I spent a week at a beach hotel in Tunisia with my family and my BFF and her two kids and her mom.
The hotel was a disappointment because it was overcrowded and poorly organized, and we got decent rooms only after complaining to the hotel director, BUT despite all this, it was the most enjoyable and relaxing holiday I ever had.
I usually stress a lot about catching the plane and other practicalities totally indifferent to other members of the family. But thanks to the positive mindset I developed here on SP and reading the Awakening Joy book, I was relaxed and happy from start to end. I never had a holiday before without getting upset / angry / disappointed / snapping at my family.
Food was very good, and we had 3 buffet meals every day. That endless variety of food was a challenge. There was a lot of fresh salads and vegetables, so it was easy to fill half or two thirds of my plate with them, but the plates were big.
So I ate more than I usually do, and definitely much more fat and salt.
Today's weigh in was not surprising: I gained 2 pounds, I guess I'll be back to target after eating normally for a few days.
I did my runs or walks everyday as planned and 30-60 minutes of swimming.
By trial and error I found that I had to get up at 5:30 a.m if I wanted to enjoy my workouts. After 6:30 it was far too hot to run or walk.
Early morning was better for swimming too: I like to swim in a smooth sea toward the horizon for a half an hour, and then back, enjoying the silence, feeling how the sea holds and supports me. I could do this only in the early hours. Later there were unpleasant waves, and the swimming area was restricted because the water skiers and parachutes pulled by motor boats came rather close to the beach.
One morning we went to see the city of Sousse, and I had a strange, kind of spiritual encounter. As we went through the crowded marketplace, I felt someone took my arm. It was a very small old lady, in traditional clothes and headscarf, she fastened the headscarf by holding one tip of it in her mouth. She walked with me for a few minutes, then let go of my arm, smiled and waved her hand. I figured she reached the shop she wanted.
It was good to feel her old hand on my arm, trusting me without speaking despite our differences. My dress didn't cover my shoulders and arms, so I was far from being dressed properly in local women's dress code. It felt so unreal, as if I was only imagining it.
Miraculously, DH made two pictures so I know it was real : )
And one more picture, me walking with DD and DS, I'm posting this because I'm proud that my body size and shape is comparable to theirs.