I don’t care who you are, what you do, or where you go….. if you have children, there is no such thing as a relaxing vacation. Couple that with following Weight Watchers, vacations can be down right catastrophic. This past weekend I braved my first vacation since starting Weight Watchers. I’ve had a quick weekend getaway where I managed to actually still lose weight, but this was my first true blue vacation with a car looking like the Griswald’s were going on vacation to sunny San Diego. Somehow, during the stress of packing me, children’s stuff, and my larger man child (husband) I forgot to pack nutritious healthy snacks. Forget the fruit and chopped veggies this was going to be a true adventure! 5 miles down the road we were pulling into the nearest fast food drive thru. Everything Weight Watchers taught me, instilled into my brain, and suggested went right out the window…. that and my daughter’s shoes. Trying to explain to a 4 year old how shoes traveling at 75 mph can be a dangerous weapon can be a daunting task, by the way. At one point, I was proud of myself because I would drink a bottle of water in between 2 beers. 6 hours later I realized it has taken me a lot MORE beer to obtain and maintain a suitable “vacation buzz”. Geesh. I just couldn’t win. Long story short, I gained 3 lbs during my vacation and a reality check. It doesn’t take much to derail you from your goal. One bad day can lead to a week of bad choices. Picking yourself back up and getting back on the scale is just as hard as the first week on the program. I will admit that my motivation prior to my vacation was seriously lacking and most likely contributed to not staying on plan. Truth be told, maybe seeing the scale go up is what I needed to kick my “smaller” behind back into gear. Bring it on, Weight Watchers. Bring it on.
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