It’s been about six weeks since I posted, “Weighty Issues” and I thought I would give you an update (by the way, thank you all for your supportive comments and lovely e-mails).
I suppose I was quite strict for the first two weeks or so, but then I went to my friend’s wedding in D.C. which was a three day eating and drinking fest, followed by a long weekend with my father-in-law and his wife who came to visit us from England. What else can you do with out of town guests? More eating. More drinking. Along with a lot of fantastic sightseeing.
I’ve learned over the years that it’s best for my sanity if I don’t own a scale, but my parents have one at their home in Connecticut. Mom and Dad were vacationing in Pennsylvania for the month of August so I hadn’t been to Connecticut in a long time. All I knew was that I’d had a lot of “good days” peppered by a fair number of “bad days.” Last week I was back in Connecticut for the first time in over a month and I plucked up the courage to hop on the scale. I was eleven pounds lighter. I could not believe it.
When I thought back over the previous six weeks, I remembered a lot of special events and fun days, filled with delicious food and drink—which is why my success surprised me. But when I really thought back, I also remembered a lot of smart decisions. Small, but healthy choices that were mildly annoying at the time, that had added up over the course of nearly 40 days to equal steady weight loss. If you’ve ever lost weight, you know—there’s nothing like success to motivate.
As I said in Weighty Issues, I am always cautious about getting over-excited that this is the “new me” or that I’m “changed.” I’ve pretty much learned that my weight will be an issue for life. I just have that body type. But for the first time, I made small changes, forgot about the scale and had to change a lot less than I thought I would and saw real results. I wasn’t “on a diet,” I just opted for wine when everyone was having beer or had a delicious salad instead of carb-heavy pizza. It wasn’t difficult or even that conscious; it was just lighter choices when the opportunity presented itself. And the ability to splurge when it was unavoidable.
This week I’m at Rancho La Puerta with Mom. We’re calling it Summer Camp for grown-ups. There are endless activities—hikes, yoga, pilates, Latin dance, postural therapy, guided meditations, jewelry-making and pool fitness classes. The meals are vegetarian and light—in “spa portions.” I am hiking every day and really giving yoga a try for the first time. I’m attending classes on nutrition and fitness and learning to take better care of myself in every way. This sojourn is just what I needed. I feel inspired, strong and healthier than I’ve felt in a long time.
But in a few days I’ll leave here and no one will be cooking for me—and certainly not serving me “spa portions.” It’ll be up to me again. And then it’s like they say in the program: One Day at a Time.