The past week has been a challenge. My step-daughter, who is the same age as me and really more of a friend, has been visiting us from Florida. We had a nice time, but having Amy here made sticking to my normal routine a bit more difficult than usual and I did better with some things than others.
Food was my biggest challenge for a bunch of reasons:
1. Having “company” is always a stressor for me and, at times, stress has been a trigger for me to overeat. Knowing that, I went into “vacation” knowing and accepting that there were going to be times I would exceed my calorie limit for the day and making a conscious decision not to beat myself up over it. That approach seemed to lessen the stress for me a bit.
2. Amy is as thin as a stick, only eats one meal a day, smokes, and drinks coffee all day long. While she was here her modus operandi was to graze on Doritos, pretzels, and chips throughout the day. Then, for dinner, she wanted traditional Philly fare that she couldn’t get at home – cheesesteaks, soft pretzels, and a really good cheeseburger. The plus side for me was that I stayed on track for breakfast and lunch every day. I also avoided the grazing - nary a chip passed my lips! That, right there, was a huge victory for me. Dinners, however, were another story most of the time.
3. Eating dinner out was another challenge. Every time Amy comes to visit, we go to our favorite restaurants:
a. Olive Garden, where I did great with my entrée (minestrone and eggplant parm) but blew it with dessert. I can't go to Olive Garden and not indulge in the zeppoles;
b. The King George Inn ( www.kginn.com
), where I didn’t even try to stay on track. The restaurant was beautiful, with a view of a park and the Delaware River. The service and the food were both phenomenal! I viewed this as a twice a year event and simply enjoyed myself;
c. Olympic outlet shopping, where I had 2 hot dogs and fries at the food court and walked thousands of extra steps;
d. Cesare’s, where I thoroughly enjoyed a cup of chicken soup, a small cheesesteak, shared more fries, and had a glass of sangria;
e. Football night, when I had another cheesesteak, mozzarella fries, and Philly soft pretzels, along with a couple of glasses of sangria.
4. My son’s birthday also happened to fall during this week, so we took him to his favorite restaurant (Miller’s Ale House), where I did GREAT! I had grilled chicken breasts, red potatoes, and asparagus. Once at home, we had birthday cake. I only had one piece (I only have one child and only do this once a year) and skipped the ice cream. I’m counting this one as a win.
5. From January 21st – August 5th, I diligently tracked my food and water intake. This past week, I have only tracked about 2/3 of the time. Not as well as I’d hoped but better than not tracking at all. Most of what I missed were those dinners that pushed me over the top and some late night snacks. Now I have to get back to my regular routine, tracking my nutrition as accurately and faithfully as I can.
The area I did my best was exercise, which surprises and excites me. I didn’t miss a day and I jogged my furthest distance yet – almost 2.75 miles! I think I’m going to have enough time to work up to jogging an entire 5k in time for the Garden of Reflection 5k, which benefits our local 9/11 memorial ( www.9-11memorialgarden.o
). I ran it back in 2009 and one of my personal goals is to run it again and better my time. In addition to my walk/jogs, I got in (2) 10+-mile bike rides. Before Amy came, I was concerned that my schedule would be too upset to keep up with my regular fitness regimen and that, combined with the summer heat, would be enough to make me stop exercising & not start back up again right after she went home. It may sound silly, but it’s happened to me before, BUT NOT THIS TIME!!! WOOHOOOOO!
All in all, I’m happy with my effort, if not my overall progress this past week. My official "Weigh Day" is tomorrow. I'll be able to tell then if I did as well (or as bad) as I think I did.
The moral of this story is:
I’m not perfect, but I don't have to be to reach my goals. As long as I stay active, get right back on track when I slip up, and focus on all the things I'm doing right instead of beating myself up for not being "perfect", I'll be alright.
Besides, even if I'm not perfect, my dogs think I’m AWESOME!