The journaling is not going as well as I hoped. I had big plans to start recording every bite I ate as well as how it made me feel and the exercise I did for that day. I am slightly mortified to admit that I have only one entry in the wretched thing. On the flip side, I did go to the beach not long after I wrote my last sharepost, and let's be honest...how many of us are so good that we actually keep a food journal while on vacation? It's all we can do to stop ourselves from eating everything but the beach house kitchen sink and then washing that down with (more than) a few margaritas...right? Ok, so I did a little worse last week than I planned to after that inspirational last sharepost (well, at least I inspired myself!), but there is a positive here. I went to the beach and didn't eat everything but the beach house's sink. The margaritas are a different story, but I'll get to that.
Billy and I have been going to Topsail Island, North Carolina, every year for the past four years. His parents always rent an adorable condo right on the beach, and the six of us (Billy's sister and bro-in-law included) all have our own rooms with great ocean views. Every year, we sleep late, lay in the sand, play Cranium (hands down the all-time best board game ever), eat like hostages and consume enough tequila and beer to make Cancun spring-breakers jealous. It's a total blast. Going into it this year, however, both Billy and I knew that things would have to be a little different. His coach recently confirmed that he wants Billy at the staggering "bantam weight" of 135 pounds for his next MMA fight in August (no fair, that's only five pounds off of my goal weight!) and as you know, I have a wedding dress to fit into in less than four-and-a-half months. Spring breakers-one, Aubree and Billy-zero. This was going to be a true challenge.
Arriving after everyone else on Saturday evening, we found that the house had already been stocked with what looked like a mini bar and a 7-11. Krispy Kreme?! Bacardi?! PIZZA??!! I thought my head was going to explode. Luckily, I had thought ahead and packed a cooler full of my "hippie food", including some falafel, veggie burgers, organic hot dogs, gluten-free bread, wasabi almonds, and hemp seed oil mayo (the healthiest out there!) just to name a few. In your face, oh less-than-health-conscious in-laws! But as the sun set over the beautiful Atlantic and the Coronas started flowing, my rabbit food was forgotten and soon we had bellies full of DiGiorno. But the next day, I woke up early and walked with Billy's sister and then did a bunch of body weight exercises (squats, crunches, etc.). And the rest of the weekend was spent in a pretty similar fashion. I ate healthy breakfasts and lunches each day. I got some exercise..either walking on my own of riding my bike alongside Billy while he ran (in ninety degree weather with a ski-cap on, the crazy bastard).
So come night time, I felt I was able to indulge a bit in a few drinks and non-rabbity treats. Under normal circumstance, I wouldn't allow myself to be so casual. During the week I go to the gym almost every day and still maintain a fairly strict diet. But the beach is my Zen zone, and I knew I had to listen to my body and take the opportunity enjoy that special time.
Back in the real world now, and I am feeling pretty good. That miserable cold is finally almost out of my system, and I have been to the gym every day since my return. I have also decided, at the suggestion of my gym trainer Sandy, to not eat after seven at night. I've been able thus far to rush home, make dinner before the deadline, and even take those lovable doggies out walking for the second time in a day (they love me for it!). And I'm back on track with the diet so I've resumed my journaling. I know, I know, I can't only journal when I've had a good day, but knowing the girl that I am, there's no doubt I'll have plenty of "oopsies" to write about as the year progresses. All I can do is write it, read it, learn from it, and move on. Happily, I am starting to feel more hopeful about fitting into my dress, and that is a very Zen feeling.
Published On: June 21, 2010