Unexpectedly, I’ll be out of town for about three weeks, starting Wednesday. I probably won’t post again until my August 13 weigh in.
I mentioned in last week’s weigh in that my grandmother recently died. My parents and I will be taking her ashes to the south of France, so that she can be interred with the rest of her family in the family cemetery. (My grandmother is French. So is my dad. So am I.)
My parents, who are major vacationers, have decided to spend some time on the Riviera after this solemn event takes place. I’ve decided to stay, too, even though I can’t really afford it. My grandmother adored the Mediterranean Sea and spent all of her childhood summers running wild on deserted beaches and in old pine forests. I can’t think of a better way to grieve for her and heal from her death than to be in the place she loved for at least a little while. We’re going to rent a tiny apartment in a small village. It should be a peaceful, contemplative trip.
While I’m happy that I’ve managed to find a way to go on this trip, to honor my grandmother, and while I’m excited to go on a “real” vacation for once, I’m nervous about — well, you know, losing weight. And I feel guilty about feeling worried. Here I am, about to embark on a trek back to the Old Country to bury my beloved grandmother, and I’m worried about my freaking diet.
I think that my post from yesterday and all its squabbling about “only” losing 0.6 pounds in this week’s weigh in has something to do with my anxiety about this trip. Maybe I thought that if I could lose a lot of weight this week, it would “set me up” so to speak for the vacation. I don’t really know why. I guess it’s knowing that in all likelihood I won’t be losing weight while on this trip, and may even gain. I feel as if I’m losing a month, here.
Here are my worries:
1. I’ll be in France for three weeks. France. The land of cheese, butter, and cream sauces. The best cuisine in the world. The richest and most decadent desserts anywhere. Case in point: the Ile Flottante, a dessert comprised of meringue floating like a little island on a sea of thin vanilla custard dappled with an archipelago of caramel. And cheese courses. And baguettes. And cafe au lait in the morning with buttery croissants. And everything.
2. I will not have Internet access and won’t be able to use my Weight Watchers app on my iPhone. No computer tracking, in other words.
3. I’m not entirely sure how much time I’ll have to exercise. (Not to mention that I haven’t really begun to exercise regularly yet. Man, I suck.)
4. No bathroom scales. If I’m gaining, I won’t really have a way to figure that out. I use my bathroom scale once every week, usually on Tuesday or Wednesday, to get a sense of how the week is going before the Saturday weigh in. And now, I won’t have that.
5. In fact, I won’t be able to weigh in at all. For essentially a month.
6. I have no idea what “vacation mode” will be like this time around. Right now I’m feeling really dedicated to sticking to the plan, but who knows what will happen in two weeks when I’m confronted with a five course meal and two bottles of red wine?
Here’s what I’m telling myself to combat the worries:
1. France may be the land of decadent cuisine, but it’s also a country that values fresh food and a variety of fruits and vegetables. It won’t be difficult to find a lot of good food that I can eat. Plus, I eat out enough here in Los Angeles to have a decent sense of how to rate Points Plus in meals I don’t prepare. Plus, we’re not staying in a hotel; we’re staying in an apartment with a kitchen, and we’ll be cooking our breakfasts and dinners.
2. Even though I won’t be able to track on my iPhone, I can still track on paper. The old-fashioned way.
3. At the very, very least, I’ll be able to walk around the village we’re staying in. It’s a little hillside sea village, and the walking is fun, picturesque, and challenging as you climb steadily and remorselessly up the big hills. The apartment is also a mere ten minute walk from a nice, calm beach. Swimming will be a major priority for me, and I aim to be in the water at least once a day. Even if I can’t predict what we’ll be doing on a day-to-day basis, I can still count on a quick dip in the morning and a good walk to and from the beach.
4. So what if I can’t weigh myself in?
5. And so what if I can’t weigh in at a Weight Watchers? (Note: I could find a French Weight Watchers, but the chances that they have one in this little village are slim to none.) The point of all of this is to live healthily, not be a slave to the scale.
6. I do feel committed to keeping up with Weight Watchers while I’m over there. I plan on tracking, sticking to my points, making full use of my flex points, getting as much exercise as I can get, drinking plenty of water, and eating lots of fruits and vegetables and lean protein. And if that commitment falls by the wayside, then — well, I’m not moving to France or anything. Eventually I have to come home and face the music. And if I gain, I gain.
So with these worries and assurances, I proceed forth on this trip. My big hope is that I don’t gain — that I at least maintain 229.4 pounds. That’s what I hope. Please, please wish me luck. I’ll post again on August 13, when I return, and the music will be loud! And filled with weigh in data!