Friday, December 28, 2007

The Lightness of Being

I know strange title,eh?


Every year Shrek and I have time off from work the week of Christmas. We don't do much except catch up on sleep and be married people, if you catch my drift. I think it is the best vacation we take together all year. This year I told Shrek that I wanted to take a week off from WW and the whole being good for a better me. When you go to WW they give you a free pass that you can use any time you need a break from the scale. I had my plan in place...


Starting with Christmas eve I was going to eat whatever I wanted when I wanted and as much of it as I wanted. When weigh-in loomed I would present my coupon for a free ride.The plan was to rejoin program completely guilt free and continue on my merry way to goal. Funny thing happened though. Christmas eve Shrek and I ventured out and secured our meals. In truth I ate everything I ordered just as planned. I hardly slept. I was so crappin' thirsty. My head hurt, my tummy hurt and I felt like I was in a fog. Weird, right?

We were up early for Christmas Day. I ate my regular WW breakfast. After coffee I went to pick up my dad. We, meaning Shrek and I and Dad, had a date with Shrek's mommy for dinner. We had a lovely meal of scalloped potatoes, peas, carrots, corn, ham and for dessert Jubilee Roll from Friendly's. All went well and the food was plentiful and filling. I must confess I ate a few things I shouldn't have but it was a holiday.

Our whole holiday was wrapped up before 5 pm. On our way home from my dad's place I told Shrek that I just didn't have the chops to eat all that crap food anymore. I didn't last a whole week at eating whatever I want, when I want, for as long as I want and I couldn't be happier.

I forgot just how bogged down overeating made me feel. My 28 hour excursion made me realize how much better off I am. I feel so energetic and happy when I eat what I am supposed to. I have been back on my WW program since Christmas night. I look forward to whatever comes next. I know my days as a Large Marge are numbered.

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