evil mirrors and eating like a 6 year old
Monday, February 18, 2013
I got back a couple hours ago from a mini-getaway. I can't tell you how great it was. I didn't even know how much I needed it until we were on the way home.
We booked a room at a hotel with a pool in the nearest city and took off as soon as hubby got off work on Sunday. We went to dinner at a fantastic pizza place that we all love (little boy's choice) and since hubby and I weren't in the mood for pizza we ordered other stuff. Unfortunately we found out that just because a place does great pizza they don't necessarily do great anything else. Still, "not great" is not the same thing as "not good" - we both managed to clean our plates. The little guy shared my salad and ate one piece of his individual pizza. Then we headed back to the hotel and swam for a while and sat in the hot tub for a while longer before bed.
The evil mirrors from the title? Yep - that fits in here. See, I have my mirrors at home well trained. They don't show me the truth. They give me a foggy, blurry, kinder version of my appearance. I don't look so bad in them really. The hotel mirror? Holy carp! As I changed into my swimsuit I saw every horrible inch in glaring detail. Between the bright light and the super clear, over large, terribly honest mirrors... YIKES! I'm pretty sure there had to be some evil in their making. I was so glad to get home to my kinder mirrors, but I need to remember what the bad ones showed me. It's not pretty, and will only get worse if I don't step it up. I finally finished that round of Prednisone so I'm hoping that this coming week I will be back to normal - whatever that is.
This morning the hotel had a complimentary breakfast. Hubby and I shared a giant waffle, plus some other stuff. Little boy had half a bagel, a glass of apple juice, and a couple sausages. Then back to the pool and upstairs for quick showers before check-out. Then we did some shopping for things we can't get here. Mostly this was an exercise in futility because I found out that Target's plus size pants section consisted of purple, paisley, or capris (or a combination of the three, I'll have nightmares tonight) none of which is appropriate for work. I did pick up the Spark cookbook at Barnes & Noble though, only to realize tonight that I could've gotten it through the link on the site for $10 less plus a bonus "gift with purchase". GRRRRR! If it weren't an hour drive I would so take this my copy back and order another one. As it is I'll just chalk it up to experience and move on.
Then lunch. We went to a salad place where hubby and I loaded up on salads piled high with veggies, plus he had soup and I had a potato. My salad loving boy? A single portion of pasta salad, cottage cheese, and a sampling of veggies. Plus ice cream for dessert. Then we took him to see "Escape From Earth" which we all three very much enjoyed. Then home.
It wasn't until I was on the road home that I realized that all the tension I've been carrying just kind of melted away. I know it will come back, but having it gone even for a little while is such a relief. We don't often have the extra money for this kind of thing, but it was so worth it. We need to find a cheaper alternative, but do this type of thing more often.
The big lesson I learned? I need to learn to eat like a 6 year old. No judgement, no nonsense, eat what I want and stop when I'm full. No thought about the next meal or leftovers or when the next time we might make it into the city with its wider variety of choices. Just eat what I like, what I'm in the mood for, and stop when I'm full. The world could learn a lot from watching a kid eat.