Back in the Saddle (Again)
The last month has really been a weight rollercoaster. You may remember that I did I weekly "cleanse" diet to get rid of some bloat before my vacation. I was successful in this and lost enough to fit into my outdoors clothes, which was my goal. I lost an inch in chest, waist and abdomen.
However, this turned out to be somewhat of a waste of time. Three days into my vacation, my body reacted severely to eating "normal" food and I swelled up like a tick. My pants were at least two inches from being able to button. I was in dire wardrobe straits and could only wear two lower-body items I had packed for 10 days! Oy! I was somewhat suprised at the severity of the swelling, but my husband was truly shocked. I had clearly gone up TWO sizes in less than a week. "How does that happen?" he asked. "Welcome to my world," I replied.
We continued to enjoy our vacation, eating all the food provided by the lodge, which was very heavy on meat, cream and cheese. Vegetables were mostly garnish. I ate bacon for breakfast and hit the bar each night for cocktail hour. DH actually had a harder time with his stomach than I did, suprisingly. We spent our days hiking and whitewater rafting. We had a fun and active vacation.
When we got back, I was 163, a gain of 8 pounds, which I feel I had gained within a few days of being there. I didn't weigh again until after I came back from our second trip to Indianapolis the following weekend. In the interim days, I didn't get back on plan, but I did try to load up on veggies, fruit and fiber and lay off the heavy dairy in anticipation of having to eat horrible fast food at the raceway.
Traveling was really difficult, foodwise. The choices on our route for both trips was so limited. We discovered that Ruby Tuesday was the only place we could eat that had a decent salad bar, but their menu items were very heavy. I think we ate there three times between both trips. I had brought my own snacks, so I was Ok with that. Meals, however, were just way too laden with fat.
At the Grand Prix in Indianapolis, we were camping and kind of trapped there for breakfast and dinner. We packed bagels for breakfast (no refrigeration) had a delectable choice of burgers, corndogs, and fried pork sandwiches. Ugh. Then we would eat ice cream just to try to cool down in the 95 degree heat.
Amazingly, I was 160 when we got back. I was stunned, expecting to be up another few pounds because the food I had eaten in Indy was much worse than at the Lodge. I can only assume that I had dropped several pounds in water before we headed out for the second trip. Whew!
So I have a net gain of five pounds for the entire trip, but I have gained two inches on my abdomen. Apparently it ALL went to one spot, so I'm still having wardrobe problems. Apparently you don't gain weight from the same place you lost it. With my belly all swelled up (two inches larger than my chest measurements), I feel fatter than ever. I was at the gym today and looked at myself in the big mirrors. I really do look worse than I did when I bought that outfit in September. Oh, the rolls!
Speaking of the gym, I have a new fitness plan to report, but I'll have to get to that tomorrow. I've got a family dinner to get to.