Not to brag, but I actually lost weight on vacation. While eating stuff like the chamomile creme brulee pictured above! And it’s such a relief.
Writing down everything that you eat for two whole months makes you hyper-aware of the pervasive nature of food. Exhausting hardly begins to cover it. I’m grateful that I’ve learned how to eat in a healthier way, but I can’t go on being afraid of the things I love forever.
So I decided to just say, “fuck it,” and go on a real vacation from all the head games with food. I was nervous about going off the wagon, but I think I knew intuitively that I could make good decisions. Trusting myself in that way again felt foreign and very, very nice.
The craziest thing to say is that it was really easy. I scavenged what I could from the continental breakfast, went outside and moved around a lot during the middle of every day, had fancy dinners with my sister, and everything turned out okay.
I guess it’s all about striking a balance :]