Hello Friends,
I'm just back from a glorious Mexican All-Inclusive Vacation. When I hear the words 'all-inclusive' two things come to mind...food and booze! Combine those with a bikini and my anxiety goes into over-drive.
Those of you who follow my blog, know about my food and body issues. A year (2012) of competing in figure competitions and the extremely strict diet that comes with them have both helped and hobbled me when it comes to accepting how I look. I know how I look 20 pounds lighter...and quite frankly I liked it. However, I also know that a continuous diet of fish, yams and spinach does not a life make. So I am working continuously to balance it all out.
My downfall on this trip were the delightful little sandwiches that arrived at our pool every day at 11:30. Some days they were shiny little buns stuffed with tuna salad, other days coissants with ham and cucumber. There were clubhouse style (with white bread of course) and always lots of fried chips, salsa and guacamole on the side.
Who's kidding who, there was no 'on the side'... chips and guac were a whole other plate!
We would wash it all down with 'cerveza'. Clearly this isn't how I eat at home but I was on holiday after all!
Now the holiday is over...my jeans are a little tight --but how could they not be? It's fish, yams and greens for me for at least a few days. Some of you may call it punishment, but it's like a re-set button for my brain. Clean, simple and somewhat comforting. Now I just need my body to realize it's not on vacation anymore! As I write this my stomach is grumbling...a check of my watch confirms what I already knew. It's sandwich time! (wink)
Those of you who follow my blog, know about my food and body issues. A year (2012) of competing in figure competitions and the extremely strict diet that comes with them have both helped and hobbled me when it comes to accepting how I look. I know how I look 20 pounds lighter...and quite frankly I liked it. However, I also know that a continuous diet of fish, yams and spinach does not a life make. So I am working continuously to balance it all out.
My downfall on this trip were the delightful little sandwiches that arrived at our pool every day at 11:30. Some days they were shiny little buns stuffed with tuna salad, other days coissants with ham and cucumber. There were clubhouse style (with white bread of course) and always lots of fried chips, salsa and guacamole on the side.
Who's kidding who, there was no 'on the side'... chips and guac were a whole other plate!
We would wash it all down with 'cerveza'. Clearly this isn't how I eat at home but I was on holiday after all!
Now the holiday is over...my jeans are a little tight --but how could they not be? It's fish, yams and greens for me for at least a few days. Some of you may call it punishment, but it's like a re-set button for my brain. Clean, simple and somewhat comforting. Now I just need my body to realize it's not on vacation anymore! As I write this my stomach is grumbling...a check of my watch confirms what I already knew. It's sandwich time! (wink)
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