Inspiration From Wherever it Comes

Sometimes, you search for inspiration; sometimes it finds you.

We’re on day two of the cruise. The first night was a little
frustrating because we didn’t get to sit down at the restaurant for
dinner, due to some confusion in the guide book and the timing of the
restaurants. So, on night two, I’m damn well determined to have a good
dinner.

So, when you combine as much food as you want personally delivered to your table at no additional cost, well-prepared cuisine, a lousy meal the night before (flavored with a touch of resentment because the last place one expects a poor meal is on a cruise ship), with the thought process, "I’m on vacation so who needs to follow a diet?", you have the recipe for overeating. And I was in full boil.

In Weight Watchers, for those folks following what is called as the
"Core Plan," they teach you a scale of fullness, ranging from zero to
five.  The key is to stay in what’s called "The Comfort Zone". (Old school version shown; new version looks a little different.  Also, for a little more about this, you can visit a previous link here.)

I’ve just finished a few courses, getting to the end of what would be a healthy meal, On the WW scale, I’m easily a "3," pushing a "3.5" and I know that more food will give me that stuffed, uncomfortable feeling. it doesn’t matter; I’m seriously giving some great consideration to getting some more food, when I see something out of the corner of my eye.

Good News, Bad News, and a Plan

When someone says they have good news and bad news for you, are you one of the people who likes to hear the good news first or the bad news first? I’m one who prefers to get the bad news out of the way. Then, I have something to look forward to. So, since it’s my blog, I’ll give you the bad news first.

The Bad News

I’m up about four pounds over the last few weeks. You know how it is, a little sloppiness here, a bit of roughness around the edges there, guests, holidays, travel, trying to get everything done around the house. I stopped walking and riding my bike as often as I was. It just all piled up. I say my priorities are my health, but then I let that slip away by putting on a few pounds.

I’ve been on this road enough times to know not to beat myself up. Jeeze! If that worked, I’d be skinny as a toothpick. So, I’ve got a plan.