Vacation eating and consequences
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Oooh. Consequences. What a fun word. It makes me picture a figure wearing bishop's robes, chanting as he walks down an aisle of people, chanting "Atone... Atone... Atone for your sins!" Maybe he's menacingly shaking a scale at me, too.
So my "mini-vacation" (4 day) weekend. I did, after two days, stop tracking. (I didn't stop being mindful about what I ate until that final 6 hour drive in the car where I drank a Coke and ate a small bag of chips.)
I indulged in wine after dinner, but not ice cream or fudge. I ate mostly home cooked (by me) meals, most of them a slightly dressed up version of the protein, whole grain and tons of veggies that I eat when I'm home. One stop on the road at McDonald's (hey, we were traveling a great distance with young children), where I had a small meal (no soda). And one lunch in a northern bar, where the kids pretended to play pool and the adults ate fried fish. (And no alcohol was consumed. Michigan is a lot like Wisconsin... bars are a totally legit lunch option, at least on vacation.)
I ended up NOT exercising, though I had packed my running gear. Instead, I landed in urgent care to request pain medication for a nasty (totally unexpected) toothache. That might be the day I gave up on tracking everything I ate. So yeah. Now I have a reverse root canal to look forward to in a couple weeks. In fact, it was a pretty sedentary vacation considering we were on the gorgeous Michigan coastline. But we were traveling with friends (another couple and their kids) who aren't outdoorsy. (Our envisioned day hiking the dunes turned into strolling through a tourist town.)
I learned some good things on this trip.
First--and most importantly--that gaining a bit of weight back needn't derail me. I gained back 2 pounds, a setback to be sure. But I was right back to my normal tracking, exercising and conscientiousness on Monday.
Second--that active vacations are more fun. We will probably vacation on our own in the future simply because we missed out on so much of what we would have preferred to see and do.
Third--that eating is a weird sort of substitute for ACTUAL fun. The giant tourist-sized ice cream cones... the fudge EVERYWHERE.
And finally, I learned that what I have been doing IS REALLY WORKING! I wasn't going hog wild on vacation, but I still gained back two pounds. My "normal" (soon-to-be "old") eating patterns are too indulgent around the edges. The calories creep in when I'm not paying attention. I haven't internalized all the great stuff that comes with the SparkPeople food tracker... and maybe I never will. Which is why I still need to use it. And might need it for a long, long time to come.
It was a nice little getaway, with pretty minimal consequences overall. (And some good lessons too.) And I'm still here, chugging along.