Okay...about that trip! I wish I could say I was a perfect angel as far as my eating went. I wasn't. But I also didn't totally blow it either. I was very good on the road trip down. I packed some healthy sandwiches and we ate while driving. We only stopped midway to get some coffee and make a pit stop. We arrived around 11:15 (later than we'd planned - even thought we left on time) because we got messed up in a Rotary once we got there. If anyone has been to Massachusetts - you know about those darn things! Who ever invented them was insane!! They are traffic circles where everyone is coming and going from different directions and you kind of jump on or off when you get the chance. It's every man for himself - makes for a lot of cussing - adrenaline rushes - and of course - screw ups. We ended up on several different highways (which we didn't need to be on) since my daughter's place was about 5 minutes off the Rotary. It was a hair raising experience needless to say.
We got there and shared hugs and kisses - oohs and ahs over their new place - and settled down to chat and play catch up (which wasn't too difficult since we talk almost daily on the phone anyway) but it's different when you're in the same room! She brought out some pretzels and I munched on some of them (not a whole lot) and had 2 glasses of wine. (I had to after the Rotary experience!)
Breakfast the next morning - I was good! I had 2 tablespoons of scrambled eggs, brought my own healthy bacon to cook separately and had one slice of toast. I passed on the chocolate covered donuts (which was hard!) But I'd had a cookie on the ride down that my daughter whipped out just before the Rotary fiasco so I knew I had to be extra careful.
Lunch was another story. We drove to North Hampton to check out the shops (and the tourists which are almost as interesting as the shops) and then stopped for lunch at a quaint micro-brewery that is renowned for it's good eats. (And no - I did not order any beer!) When I sat down all bets were off. I was cold and tired and the menu sported absolutely nothing dietetic. Maybe if I looked harder I could've found a wiser choice than the one I made. But I didn't. (look harder that is.) I got a fish sandwich and french fries. What a noodle I am! I felt totally gross after I ate it. Mad at myself and too full.
We shopped some more and than went back to her place. None of us were hungry so we got our PJ's on and played Apples to Apples along with her hubby. He left after a while to go hang out with some hockey buddies so we could have some more girly-bonding time and she broke out the chocolate chip cookies. I had about 4. We had decided to skip dinner after our filling lunches - but around 10:00 we got hungry and ordered a pizza. I had three squares.
Needless to say I went to bed feeling bloated and angry at myself.
In the morning I had some coffee cake that was baking when I got out of the shower. One slice. Then I succumbed to one of those chocolate donuts I'd resisted the day before. We went to church and of course her church is this small, quaint little thing where everyone goes to the fellowship hall after the service for coffee and snacks. I ate a donut hole (just one) and a very small slice of sweetbread. We went back to her place - packed up our belongings and shared more hugs and kisses - lamenting that the time went by too quickly as it always does. Thankfully she'll be back in town in two weeks (her hubby has a hockey game here in our home town) so it wasn't as difficult as it usually is. They both would rather be living here - but he's in college there (on a hockey scholarship) and they'll be there for a few more years....
The ride home found my halo back in place. We stopped for dinner and I ordered a salad (brought my own dressing from home) and got a coffee for the road. One of my daughters bought some fudge and the halo slipped back off. Arriving home I smelled that hubby had been busy in the kitchen making home made clam chowder. It smelled so good and I had a small bowl to appease him.
So here I am at my computer -many of my good intentions lost in the dust between here and Massachusetts. I have two choices. Focus on my screw ups and tell myself what a moron I am. Or.... focus on the victories I had and forge ahead. I'm choosing the latter. Standing at the Mickey D's with a Big Mac beckoning me and still choosing a salad was no minor feat. Nor was passing up that chocolate donut the first day. Eating one the second day wasn't good - but I still passed up one of them!
I haven't assessed the damages on the scale yet. I'm giving my body time to recoup from the trip. And I'm back on track today. It's a new week and I'm ready to face it! How about you?