Well, I’m back. Happily back. Vacation was fun but there is something said about the return to “normalcy”. I missed my house, my bed, my routine and most importantly my FOOD! :~) I longed to cook my own meal in my own kitchen. Don’t get me wrong the first few days of our “Pizza ever day” mantra was fun and yummy. I’m not going to lie I enjoyed my boardwalk food. Pizza, ice cream, stromboli, french fries, candy and even a couple of zeppolis (why oh why) were common fare throughout the week.
The week is over. I enjoyed myself, I don’t feel guilty, I don’t feel “bad”. I’m not totally happy with the choices I made. I could have eaten healthier but I could have also eaten more. There were a lot of times I, shared ice cream with the toddler instead of getting my own, cut my greasy meals in half and chose water over that to die for fresh lemonade they have on the boards.
I also kicked ASS on the activity front. The car really did not move for 6 whole days. We walked everywhere! 5 of the 7 days we were there I got run/walks in before hitting the beach. I used my Nike+ and clocked 8 miles! And that’s not including a barefoot beach run and all the family strolls. I am still recovering so I couldn’t really run the first 3 days. I just walked as fast as I could and by the 4th workout I pushed myself into a jog and loved every minute of it!!
I even came home tonight and ran 2 miles! To all of you who said it, totally right, I’m addicted to running. It is so rewarding and I find myself smiling once I hit a certain pace. I’m already looking forward to going out again tomorrow night.
Coming home to an empty fridge was a bit of a challenge but I did whip up a light meal and it was my way of saying, "that’s enough." I’m not starting tomorrow, or Monday, or whatever other excuses I could conjure up. Now is as good of a time as any and ending my day with a homemade meal instead of takeout was just what I needed to kick start my week. That and 2 vases of water! ;~P
I can’t believe I’m going to do this but here’s one of the only 2 pictures with me in it on the beach. Being the family photographer I’m rarely in shots unless I’m setting a timer but the husband snapped this one while the toddler and I were looking for shells.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, that is me in a bikini on the beach. If I could go back in time and tell the 15 year old version of myself that I’d be frolicking on the beach with my 3 year old in a bikini she’d die laughing. I wore a T-shirt over my bathing suit for as long as I can remember.
Now, don’t just think I started going “T-Shirtless” after I lost the weight (although that is when I moved to a 2 piece). When I started this journey and came to the conclusion that I had to accept myself for who I am I decided I was not going to hide my body anymore. That was a few weeks after that little man was born (a time I was at my heaviest, again) and I’ve never looked back. Since that moment, at 200 all the way to 135lbs I haven’t worn a t-shirt over a suit. Stupid I know, but I feel as it’s a personal demon I have overcome.
Ok, I think I blabbed enough! To end tonight I’m stealing an idea from Later Gator. Love this!
Things that recently made me SMILE!
- Watching the toddler get pummeled by a wave
- getting pummeled myself
- Seeing my mom
- Kohr’s ice cream
- Winning a poker game
- Painting shells
- Riding rides with the toddler
- Cleaning the fridge just because it was empty
- Plucking a zucchini out of my garden
- playing “swords”
- miniature golf
- talking with the husband in the car without interruption as the toddler sleeps peacefully in the back.
- the site of my bed