Al and I vacationed in New England recently, and I really didn’t think that I would have THAT much trouble keeping with my new lifestyle eating choices that have paved the way for me to start losing the weight I’ve wanted to for so long. All my life, really. I took a couple of snack things ~ some granola bars and some fresh blueberries ~ and I figured I would just “punt” while we ate out for literally all of our meals during the eight days we stayed in Maine, Vermont and Lake George, NY.
I had steadily begun to lose pounds since July 15th, when I took on this gauntlet for the first time, for real. I hadn’t yet begun to exercise due to back and knee issues, but I’d begun to eat differently, preferring fresh fruits and veggies and flavored water to chips, burgers, cookies and soda. I gave up soda completely and loved it! A pound down here, two pounds there, up one maybe, down two more. But this trip would be the test I hadn’t yet had to endure, and I was determined.
I really didn’t have any idea how difficult it would be until we started having trouble finding restaurants in New England with healthier choices on their menu. What made it harder is that eating establishments were hard to come by as far as being able to find a place to park or a place that didn’t already have a line out the door and around the block waiting to be seated. Not to mention that we stayed at B & B’s, which feed you a pretty full, and sometimes gourmet, breakfast each morning. No complaints there! The first couple of days I kept up, declining certain foods that I knew were taboo, and trying to stick with water or lemonade. It quickly became a losing battle and I found myself giving in to eating just whatever was there on the menu out of frustration and tiredness of fighting to find something healthy.
I eventually became accustomed to “sharing” my meals with my husband, giving him the breads, the chips that came with the hot dog, the fries that came with everything, two of the three pancakes I was served at breakfast. It was a double-edged sword, however, as I knew that as much as I didn’t want to indulge in those calories, I knew he shouldn’t either. He was literally eating for two: him and me! I was sabotaging the both of us!
Although I ate my lobster, and he gave me his (as he didn’t like it!?), I gave him my bread, fries and cole slaw, and just ate the lobster at the above dinner from the Portland Lobster Company. Although I tried to be “good”, I was fighting a losing battle as I eventually opted for a hot dog here, clam chowder there, an ice cream cone one night before bed, and let’s not forget the truffles from the Lake Champlain Chocolate Company.
I even finally gave in to at least 3 glasses of soda over the 8 days…. but I was pleased that it did not hold the pleasure for me that it once did. Hence, I would easily go back to my flavored water.
The 5 course breakfasts at the Cornerstone Victorian B & B in Warrensburg were not to be trifled with, however. I could not deny the decadence they served each morning, and the delightful desserts they offered each evening before bed. Much as I tried. I knew I would have to deal with these decisions when we got home and I reacquainted myself with my new best friend, my Weight Watchers scale. Every calorie would have to be accounted for, and I would pay a price. I expected it.
Even as tired as we were when we eventually did arrive home, I don’t think I wasted 15 minutes before I was tapping my foot on the scale to activate the digital monitor. I stepped up, held my breath for a couple of seconds and waited, almost not wanting to look at the digital number that would reveal my poor food choices while away. There it was… 313 pounds. WHAT? I had lost another two pounds somewhere! I double-checked to see if they weren’t hanging off the side of the scale, hiding, but they were not! I think I actually giggled like a school girl, right before I closed my eyes and thanked and praised God for being there with me every step of the way and, in some miraculous way, guarding me against the weight gain I’d anticipated. It was all about Him! I had strayed, but He had not. And He never will.
To date I have lost 13 pounds since I began this journey on July 15h, 2013. Thus far, I have not begun to actively exercise… this has only been accomplished through faith, changing my eating habits and calorie intake, and craving Him other than food. However, as I posted on my Facebook page last night, my husband found and purchased me a three-wheel bike – a trike – the manual kind, not motorized. I have health and balance issues that keep me from riding a “regular” two-wheeler. After he goes over it with a fine-tooth comb to make sure it’s safe, in perfect working order etc, I will begin riding my new tricycle just in time for the cooler fall weather. Our rural road is mostly flat: 2 miles one way and 1 mile the other to the nearest cross roads. And wide shoulders. I’m looking forward to leashing up our Golden Retriever to keep me company and we’ll both exercise together! We’ll see how the weight loss progresses after I begin getting more active!
Until then, and until next time, thanks for stopping by and taking a look at my progress. TTFN ~ Tamara Eckstadt