Hello everyone. I’d like to say it’s good to be back (from Croatia), but it’s not really. Still, how lucky am I that I got to go? I know I may have spammed you all with some (loads of) holiday spam, but it was so beautiful I wanted to feel like you were all with me! But don’t worry, we’re now back to pictures of bacon rolls (on IG Stories), and me moaning about going to the gym (I’m off after this, don’t worry.)
So. Food and drink on holiday. That’s a bit of a minefield isn’t it? The gelato, the beer, the all-you-can-eat buffets every day. When you love food as much as I do, travelling can be … unhelpful when you’re trying to lose weight, but like I always say, life is all about finding a good balance, and I think I managed to do that whilst I was away.
One of the major ways I did that wasn’t really by design, but we visited a new city every day which meant I always hit my 10,000 steps, something I don’t actually do at home, so although I didn’t get to the gym at the hotel (although I did look at it – does that count?), and I did go swimming (once), walking really helped keep me on track.
Also, I found that being on a budget helped too. As much as I would have loved a few cocktails every night after dinner, I just couldn’t afford it, and so I maybe had one beer a day at lunchtime, or, if it was free, a few glasses of wine, but really I didn’t drink much alcohol at all. Oh, apart from on the plane ride over which, if you saw the Facebook Live video I made after landing, you’ll have noticed. Oh, AND, a young Croatian man may have bought me a bottle of Croatian gin … but that’s another story.
When faced with a buffet breakfast/dinner on holiday, it’s easy to go a little crazy, especially as the Croatian bread is so delicious! But I managed to reign it in and just have a little cereal, eggs, bread and fruit most days – I don’t think I even had any pastries. Well maybe once. Coffee and a little juice, and that set me up for the day. And dinners – I stuck to meat and salad, maybe a slice of bread (what can I say, I don’t have bread often at home so it was my holiday weakness), and fruit for dessert. Not too bad at all.
Had this been a chilling by the pool type holiday, I would have done more swimming, but we didn’t get home until 7pm every night, got ready for dinner, ate, and then I went straight back to my room to work every night (#violin), so all work and no play and all that meant that I really did do the best that I could with what I had.
The above photo is a good snapshot of the week. I ate ice cream twice. OK, three times. Had some wine, some beer, ate pretty well and walked a lot. Oh, and a slice of pizza for two lunches – I really wasn’t sure what the scales would say. I deliberately weighed myself yesterday, the morning after I got home, as I wanted an accurate weigh-in so I knew where I was starting from, and I put on 3lbs. In the scheme of things, that really isn’t bad at all. It’s also a week before my period, and so I’m carrying extra water (and the beer makes me retain water too), so I’m not in the slightest bit bothered. It will come off next week (if I work super hard!)
The funny thing is, if I had denied myself on holiday, I know I would have put more weight on – that’s just how I work. So actually, by allowing myself the things I wanted, and I haven’t even mentioned the three Kit Kats or bar of nougat, I didn’t put much weight on at all because I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything. Make sense? I knew that when I got home I’d get straight back to the gym and eating properly and although I ate a bacon roll for breakfast (no butter but with Halloumi), as I said, I’m getting the bike out and I’m off to the gym in a bit. It’s a beautiful day out there, and (minor heartbreak still aside), life is good.
Having this break was good for my soul, as well as my body. The timing was perfect and I feel refreshed and inspired to tackle whatever my next challenge is. My lovelife has never run smoothly, and it may never run smoothly, but I do feel super positive. I can see I’ve been deleted from his life already, and that hurts, but I don’t really have the time to cry over him if I’m honest. I can’t wait to tell you in more detail just how wonderful this trip was, so please do look out for a series of Croatia posts in the coming weeks. And a big thank you to all of you who supported all the social media spam … I know it’s not for everyone, but it made a massive difference to me, and for the client, knowing that you were all watching. (Apart from the 20 people that unliked my Facebook page, haha!)
As cliched as it sounds, I’ve been fighting to get my sparkle back for five years, and that will just continue. This relationship not working out was nothing compared to what I’ve been through before, and I need to remember that. And I want those of you who have been in/are in abusive relationships to know that there IS life afterwards. You have to fight for it, but that’s not new to us. I weigh the least now than I’ve done in God knows how long, I’m fitter than I’ve ever been and I finally got my Breeze Network Leader red jersey through, and I get to lead my own group of women in two week’s time. How awesome is that? Work is picking up, my boys are doing well and I must keep reminding myself of these things. I gave myself three days to feel sad, one day per month – I think that’s a good love equation don’t you? I don’t think it warrants (warranted) any more than that.
Right, I’m off to squat that booty!