Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Ah, I LOVE setting the autoresponder on my work email to a "Vacation Alert" - I know it'll bite me in the butt when I get back and there are 370 emails waiting my immediate attention but, in the meantime, I am on vacation!!
We leave tomorrow for Alberta's Kananaskis region in the mountains. I've been a busy beaver dehydrating food and prepping meals for our foray into the back country next week. This is the first time I've made all of our food for backpacking from scratch - somewhere along the line of this process to healthier living, my body started rejecting many commercial preservatives and those used to keep freeze dried backpacking grub looking pretty are among the worst. Being sick in the back country is not fun! So, I made everything from scratch - spaghetti sauce, blueberry cobbler, strawberry shortcake, chicken pot pie with dumplings. It's all currently dried up and entombed in ziploc bags - can't wait to rehydrate it.
I used to think vacations were a free-for-all time - eat whatever, drink whenever, no treat too big nor too caloric. And I'd return home from vacation with a few extra pounds vowing to "get back on track" only to have those 6 lbs turn into 10 then 15 before my eyes.
I'm so over that now. A vacation is a break from work and the routine repetition of daily life. A break from putting out the garbage and getting up at 5:30 to run. A break from email and client meetings and paperwork. A break from the commuter train, the Monday morning subway crazies and rain ruining my hair. A break from deadlines, reports to write and phone calls to make.
It's a break from work; it's not a break from health. I don't need or want a break from health! It's not a break from a healthy diet - a healthy diet isn't work - it's an important tool necessary for my healthy life. So - I'll still be running this week - albeit NOT at 5:30 am. I'll still be choosing fruit over baked goods and water over soda. I'll indulge in a little extra dessert but only because I'm backpacking for 30 hours and will have room on my plate. I'll drink more wine than usual and sleep in later than usual. I'll read more fiction than I usually do, I'll spend time daydreaming, and, if they are lucky, I'll feed the squirrels from the giant nut basket at the cabin.
What I won't do is gain weight. That's a promise to myself.
See you in September!