Last week, I landed at JFK with mixed emotions.
Happy to be home and getting back to some sort of regular routine (and back to my DOG!); sad to end a fun vacation.
And cold because I didn’t want to carry a heavy winter coat so I was wearing yoga pants and a leather jacket in 30-something degree weather.
Winter coat, this is not.
Toward the end of the week, I started feeling disgustingly bloated. Where I started the week feeling mildly self-conscious in a bikini, I ended it feeling entirely self-conscious of the spare tire I felt around my midsection.
I got home and all I wanted to do was hot yoga. I wanted to sweat out a week’s worth of beer and fish tacos. I wanted a bit more meditative time before I hopped back into real life.
In what may be my dumbest move of my life, I stepped gingerly onto the scale. I saw the highest number I’ve seen in years and jumped right back off. The last time I saw this number was on the way down.
This is my third “real vacation” since starting to lose weight. (Real vacation=a trip for the sole purpose of relaxing, laying in the sun and drinking fruity drinks; everything else is just a trip.)
My first vacation, I was still very much in the middle of my weight loss journey.
I remember trying to practice some moderation, but I also remember lots of cocktails and French fries. I also ran on the beach a few times and did a few workouts in the little hotel gym, and I came home the exact same weight.
Real Vacation #2, I visited my college BFF Lindsay in Hawaii. (Linds, I’m really glad you’re back on the East Coast and all…but I miss having someone to visit in Hawaii.)
She’s also a runner, and we were both training for marathons at the time, so we ran several times that week. She lived there at the time, so I stayed with her and her husband. We split our time going out to eat and eating at their house, but since I was on the only one “on vacation,” I was the only one with vacation mentality and seeing them make healthy or moderate choices helped me do the same.
St. Croix? Well, Ashley and I ran once? (Together; she ran once more on her own.) It was really hot and really hilly and really hard. I love running and I love vacation, but running on vacation? Meh. I also did two workouts Jess had written out for me that I could do with just bodyweight.
Oh, and I played some tennis. New Balance also has tennis shoes, but I brought my Minimuses, and their flat soles ended up being fine for the lateral movement, but I would probably wear a more supportive shoe to play for a long time.
If I could do vacation over, would I drink less beer and exercise more? No.
It’s just fueling my motivation to work out and eat healthy these days. Nothing crazy, just getting back into my normal routine, and I’m already down a few pounds water weight.
Maybe pack a heavier coat when coming back to winter from a warm vacation.
Calories do actually count on vacation.
But if you get back to your normal routine soon, you will probably shed some water weight.
Do you work out on vacation? How do you get back on track after vacation?
Oh…and my Cosmo story about losing weight is now online!