After a super indulgent weekend with 4 of my best friends, and battling TOM, I am thrilled to weigh in at 229.4 today. I only missed one workout this week due to conflict – so slowly I’m getting back to normal.
Did you know that when you’re shopping for your first annual “Christmas in February” weekend getaway, and you bring to the cashier 3 bars of Cadbury chocolate, 1 box of shortbread and a box of tampons, the cashier will remark “Are you having a sweet craving?”. Said cashier will also not believe you when you tell her it is to share amongst 5 women for 3 days. When you put 5 women in a beach house for the weekend, they will consume 3.5 loaves of artisan bread, 1.5 pounds of cheese, and 6 ounces of chocolate, laugh and talk until they are hoarse, walk on the beach, make meals together and celebrate their hunt for agates. We’ve never gone away for the weekend together before, but I insisted this year that we each take 2.5 days where we can just be by ourselves sans significant others, kids and obligations. It was glorious!
Now I’m back to reality – I’ve swapped my brie for oatmeal, fruit for chocolate. A weekend of indulgences is just what the doctor ordered, in my book. The difference between the old Sara and the new Sara is that now I know how to get back to plan, rather than just saying okay, eat better now, I know which foods and behaviors my body needs to save me from cheese retribution, and that feels so good to know. I feel in control and powerful. Raar!