If you’ve been following my progress for a while, you’ll know that I originally lost fifty pounds. Then I sort of evened out, and found a good groove. Then, slowly, more and more came creeping back. Until I was back up to 188 and really needed to drop a good twenty pounds.
And so I re-joined Weight Watchers, and started to lose again.
And then I went to Europe for two weeks with my family. And gained back most of the weight I’d just spent several weeks losing.
So the Hubster and I re-re-(re?)-joined Weight Watchers, and week one went really quite well. Can I just say how impossibly EASIER it is to do this whole weight loss thing with someone else? Especially when that someone else is the person you live with and eat almost every meal with?
Well it is. So impossibly easier that it’s basically impossible otherwise. In any event, yesterday was our first week weigh in, and we did well. Really well! I lost 4.4 pounds and Hubster lost 7.6 pounds. Of course, he is a man, and he exercised like a maniac all week long, whereas I just walked the kids to and from school and took two yoga classes. But hey, that’s more my speed, anyway. And there you have it…I am down, now to 182.
And I’m very, very happy with my 4.4 lb loss. I hope to add another pound (at least) to that during this week but, heaven help me, I leave for a Mediterranean cruise on Friday morning.
I KNOW!!! How lucky am I? Let’s tally up this, my year of European travel:
APRIL: a week, on my OWN! of pure, unadulterated by myself, all growed up FUN with my sis and her fiancé, super-hosts extraordinaire in London, England. With no husband and no kids I did exactly what I wanted. All day. Every day. Except the last day, when I boarded the plane to come home, instead of hiding under the bed in my sister’s guest room and staying in England forever!
SEPTEMBER: two weeks of super-amazing-excellent family fun and daily learning opportunities in London, Tallinn and Helsinki. Not one of us was even nearly ready to come home when it was all over. No, not one little bit.
OCTOBER: 11 days of European traipsing, with a girlfriend, on a cruise ship. Here’s the list of ports of call: Barcelona, Malta, Naples, Rome, Florence, Nice, Barcelona. Then we pop over to England for two more days before returning home.
CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT????
So, the only fly in the ointment is, of course, that cruises are notorious for being the absolute number one way to gain weight on a vacation. But here’s the other thing: I don’t want to spend my vacation counting points, either. I want to enjoy it, I want to experience it, I want to LIVE it. I want to try Spanish and Italian and French cuisine in their natural habitat, and I don’t want to feel guilty about it. And the girlfriend that I’m going with just really, really needs a great, fun, carefree vacation, ’cause she’s been having a hell of a year, and I plan to make sure she does. And saying ‘no’ to parmesan cheese is NOT a good way to be carefree. No it’s not.
So, it’s count, count, count and journal, journal, journal until Friday, and then we’ll be drinking our way across the Atlantic Ocean, and hopefully the fine Spanish, Italian and French wine won’t cause an adverse reaction with the Gravol (we’re both notoriously seasick).
So look for more from me over the next two weeks as I say ¡Buen apetito!; Buon appetito! and Bon appétit! every day.