This weekend Awesome Husband and I went on a trip to Mystic, CT. Mystic is only about an hour south of us but it's a lovely town.
And yes, Mystic Pizza is a restaurant that exists there.
And no, we did not go. It has awful reviews on Yelp.
Instead, we headed to New London on Friday morning. We went to a cafe that had awesome reviews. When we walked in, I have never felt less cool in my life. Everyone in that cafe was super hip. We got coffee. The coffee was so bad. I mean, maybe that's what GOOD coffee really tastes like. If so, I'll stick to my Dunks and Starbucks.
We went to the beach after that. It was cool and breezy and cloudy. The Atlantic ocean in New England is its most beautiful when it's cloudy. The water looks angry and frightening and powerful. It makes me feel introspective and gorgeous. Awesome Husband and I hiked our shorts up and climbed on rocks and looked out into the water and held hands.
From there, we hit a local comic shop I've been wanting to try out. We went to the movies. We checked in at our hotel. It was a lovely hotel and right across the street from the Mystic Aquarium and Old Mystic Village.
We got Five Guys Burgers for dinner which was my first time and an earth shattering experience. Dang. Them burgers are good.
Then we got froyo.
Sometimes life is too fun and stunning and lovely to care about calories.
Saturday we got up, had a truly atrocious hotel breakfast, and then went to the aquarium. We pet sharks. We laughed at sea lions barking. We cooed over the insane cuteness of penguins. And we stared at Beluga whales.
I pet sting rays which is my favorite part of the aquarium. It was me and a bunch of little kids. I'm nearly 27 years old. I will never stop being a child.
We asked a stranger to take our photo together so we could document how cool we felt.
How amazingly sexy is my Awesome Husband?
We went shopping in Old Mystic. We spent money. We ate pizza and drank beer. We went back to the hotel and watched an Indiana Jones marathon. We munched on candy from the General Store in the village.
We laughed and felt like children. We remembered how wonderful it is to feel carefree. We enjoyed each other.
We did not work out in the hotel gym.
The way I live now is much different from how I lived three years ago. I eat significantly differently than before. I push my body hard and I am fit. So is Awesome Husband. I track my calories most of the time. I make healthy choices most of the time.
Sometimes the healthiest thing to do is to let it all go for a day or two. To eat when you're hungry and eat what you want.
To accept that gaining a few pounds because you were having the time of your life isn't so bad a thing. In fact, it might just be a sign of how GOOD you were feeling.
To realize that you do not have to be moved to eat everything in sight when you decide to eat the food you used to think was "bad". And that maybe that's a sign of how far you've come.
To let go of worries and fears and to just LOVE. Life. Yourself. Your partner.
To come home and back to reality and realize you are not wracked with guilt over the choices you made.
That you do not need to confess to your friends that you had burgers two nights in a row.
That ALL your experiences total up to an amazing time.
That your life is so much more than just the food you eat and the weights you lift and all together it can be so good.
It SHOULD be so good.
It can't all be a weekend away with the love of your life. It shouldn't be. If it was, it wouldn't be nearly as special.
But eating food (mostly healthy) and working out (most of the time) and experiencing all you can experience are all part of it and all of it can be enjoyed.
Even when the scale goes up.