I'm back from vacation land, a little too tan and a lot too tired. I seem to have brought an urky post-151 rum tummy back with me, but I'd say the trip was a great success.
We spent 7 days on the beach (with a little afternoon pool time here and there), reading and relaxing and generally having a great time. We went to an all-inclusive resort and stayed in the "club" section, which was adults only. We got lots of pampering and the crowd was quiet (lots of honeymoon and anniversary celebrators), which was right up our alley.
Food and drink was interesting for me. First, I broke the band rule of not drinking while eating, mostly because I was trying to get water in me sometime so I wouldn't get dehydrated and meal-time was the easiest bet. This created a fairly big problem for me at times-- I had several close-calls with getting stuck that seemed to be at least partially the result of taking a drink of water right after a bigger-than-recommended bite of something. So this was a good reminder about following the rules.
I felt a little panicked at times about my eating/drinking. I didn't let completely loose, but I definitely ate more in quantity than I normally would and pushed myself past my satiation point nearly every meal. Not only that, I drank a lot of high calorie "slushy" drinks. A LOT. To combat the additional calories, I worked out in the resort gym a couple times and took some long walks on the beach but I was definitely worried about jumping on the scale this morning.
No worries! I didn't gain or lose a thing as far as I can tell. Of course the pattern over the next few days might reveal a slight gain after all (I do think I'm a bit dehydrated), but nothing worth worrying about. Phew.
So yes, you may have noticed I just posted a pic of myself in a swimsuit. In public. It's a bit of a NSV for me, not because I like the picture (I'm super critical, and the suit is so much cuter in person), but because even though I see the flaws, I can say that on that day when I walked for 2 hours on a crowded beach with topless Europeans and lots of bikini-clad young bodies, I felt confident and not at all self-conscious. Not a bit. I just felt normal, and that was awesome. I actually allowed someone to take a picture of me and I didn't immediately delete it (though I wanted to).
In addition to eating and drinking and laying around, I didn't do much else. I did participate in a beach volleyball tournament one day- my team made it to the finals but lost to my husband's team. Boo.