The Goal – Week 42

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In my whole life I have never made it through a vacation without eating like a sugar addicted moron…


When I was growing up, we rarely ate out.  So when we did, it felt like a treat.  And that has stayed with me for so many years.  There’s just something about sitting in a place (fancy or not) and having someone serve me a meal I did not prepare nor will I have to clean up.  That diet landmine can usually be avoided in real life but on vacation?  Forget it. Vacation means no meals at home.  And I generally throw in the towel on nutrition before my mini van even leaves the driveway.  This always makes the post vacation letdown so much worse.  In addition to being broke and annoyed with your entire family, you also get to detox for what seems like weeks in a desperate attempt to get ‘back on track’.

This vacation would be different I vowed.  And the only problem with this is that I vow that every vacation and somehow still end up with a strawberry pop tart in each hand as I watch that first sunset on the beach.  But some kind of way I actually did it this time.  Ya’ll I’m as surprised as you are!

So here’s a list of the stuff I didn’t eat:

  • Funnel Cakes – I don’t wanna talk about it.
  • Raisins in the trail mix at the hotel – I don’t even like raisins but because I couldn’t have them they appeared irresistable.
  • 18 Pumpkin Spice Lattes – There was a Starbucks in our hotel so I want credit for not buying one every time I entered or exited the building.
  • A doughnut burger – Yes, this is a real thing.  Yes, it is on my “Eat This” bucket list.  I may have cried a lil.
  • Fruit Loops on the breakfast buffet – Not a huge fan of Fruit Loops but they looked so festive in the fancy glass container.
  • Spicy Chicken Sandwich – If loving them is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
  • Chili Cheese Tots – There’s chili…and cheese…and TOTS!!!!
  • Supposedly the best burrito in the free world. – This was the easiest because the joint looked like it had missed a health inspection or 4.

When the week was over, I declared victory because I resisted it all.

I didn’t starve myself.  I had plenty to eat.  It was fine.

I came home actually looking forward to the weekly weigh in.

I weighed the exact same….TO THE FRIGGIN OUNCE! as I did before I left.

It was nearly enough to send me straight in the arms of that doughnut burger.

But then I did the math.  I’m losing about one pound per week.  Every slip, cheat, whatever costs me about 5 pounds.  So I figure that just by not taking a diet vacation, I’ve saved myself about two months.

And that tastes pretty sweet to me.

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