It's amazing how much one little vacation derailed me and it's even more amazing how difficult it is to get back on the rails once I get off! I went on vacation with the best-laid plans. I cooked the day before, planned my meals, brought healthy food, brought a microwave, etc. And yet...I didn't stick with my best-laid plans.
What went right:
- I ate my planned meals for breakfast and lunch.
- I ate healthy foods on my vacation--salads, broccoli, fruits, pre-made meals reheated.
- I went on a walk early in the morning most days and hit 10,000 steps most days.
- I took the steps most of the time instead of the elevator and we were on the 4th floor.
- I didn't eat meat.
What went wrong:
- I ate sugar. I could probably stop right there since that single behavior choice affected me the most and has been the hardest to recover from. I made that "ONE" exception, like I have so many other times, confident that I really could limit it to a one-time thing for a special occasion. Nope. Every day seemed to be a special occasion in one way or another, with new desserts to try. Desserts/treats were always available. I never had to go out of my way to get them, they were just presented to me and although I decided each morning that I wasn't going to eat treats that day, when the opportunity arose each night to eat the desserts, I did. I told myself, "I'm on vacation. I'll get back on track tomorrow." Rinse, repeat.
- I ate out too much. Yes, I had plenty of food in my cooler in the hotel room to eat, but by dinner time, my kids and I were tired of being in the hotel/conference center, tired of eating our food from home warmed up in the microwave. We wanted to go out for dinner and we did. I tried to make healthy choices, but eating out always equals more calories, more fat, salt, and sugar, even when you go with the "enlightened" menu choices.
- By the last day of our trip, I had spiraled a bit from eating healthy all day with dessert at night, to snacking on other off-plan foods (chips, crackers, granola bars, trail mix). We ended our trip at an amusement park and I didn't even try to refuse the funnel cake and ice cream. Yikes! I think I was gearing up to be perfect again the next day so I just abandoned most of my health goals (still worked on eating veggies and didn't eat meat).
So, that was the end of week 20. I got on the scale Sunday morning, and sure enough, those choices had an effect. Up 2.5 pounds. It wasn't a huge surprise, but it still struck me how significantly a few bad choices, in the midst of other good choices, could still hurt the weight loss efforts so much. Even maintaining a weight takes diligent effort. I didn't expect to lose, but I secretly hoped I could maintain. Nope.
So, there I was, 2.5 pounds up. Feeling pretty sheepish about my post the previous week about how great I was doing. Feeling the voices of despair trying to creep into my brain saying,
- "You'll never get this."
- "You really can't stick to a healthy plan forever."
- "Did you actually think you had changed? You are still the same person with the same ingrained bad habits just waiting to return as soon as you let your guard down."
- "This isn't going to work. You aren't going to get to a healthy weight. All is lost."
Those voices tried to bring me down, but I fought to resist them with these thoughts:
- It was one week. I will get right back on track. All is not lost.
- I can make better choices on the next vacation. Even if I don't, all is not lost. I don't go on vacation all of the time. There are still plenty of weeks at home where I can make healthy choices with more ease. All is not lost.
- I still made healthier choices than I have in vacations past. I exercised. I ate nourishing nutrient-dense foods. I didn't abandon my efforts entirely. All is not lost.
Yes, I kept saying, "All is not lost." There was this part of me that really worried that all was lost because of one bad week! It's silly, I know, but my brain kept going there. I did my best to accept what was, and move forward with diligence on the lifestyle I had worked so hard to establish before I left.
It hasn't been easy. Sunday was a Mother's Day celebration at my in-laws where I overindulged again. I had so many pressing things to attend to each day this past week, some unexpected, some a result of being on vacation. I couldn't find time to make my video for this blog on Monday like I wanted to. I couldn't even find time to write on the blog until today. My frenzied pace left me little time to plan meals, go grocery shopping, cook healthy, exercise. I still haven't made it to the grocery store since before my vacation! I've had several lunch engagements with friends (they just all fell on this week), and even though I chose places to eat where I could get my kind of food, eating out = more calories, period.
With all of this, I've really been fighting the discouragement bug. Every healthy choice has felt like a chore. Getting on the treadmill, cooking, cutting up fruits and veggies, it has all felt SO hard. It feels like I'm trudging through mud instead of skipping on the paved road. I had one week off from cooking and other responsibilities and it's weird how hard it has been to return to those habits. I feel like I'm FINALLY getting back to where I want to be. I've finally made it two days in a row without eating sugar. It doesn't seem like much, but it's a huge factor in getting things turned around for me. I've finally made it two days in a row without eating at night. I finally walked on the treadmill for 45 minutes today (I've been getting it in intermittently, but not for the amount of time I wanted). When I finish writing on here, I'm going to make my meal plan and finally get to the grocery store. I don't know what my Sunday weigh-in is going to bring, but all is not lost. All is not lost.
Sometimes my kids say just the right thing. I was lamenting to my daughter about getting derailed. I said, "I had finally lost 25 pounds and now I've ruined it." She said, "But you've still lost 20," and she gave me a wink and a smile that said, "You've got this."
Sometimes things don't go as planned. Sometimes we fall. Sometimes we struggle to get back up. It doesn't feel good. It feels embarrassing. But success is all about getting back up and continually trying. You never fail until you quit trying. I will keep trying, no matter how many times I fall.