Last time I visited my family in Illinois, I brought my scale. I weighed myself daily and I lost a couple pounds rather than gaining a few as was my pattern. So this time, I brought my scale and my food journal.
Aagh. Our scale broke during the trip down. We think maybe the deep potholed road construction we hit jarred something in the scale loose. I tried not to panic, and decided I still had my food journal, I could still do fine... but I didn't use it consistently. I kept forgetting to take it with me, and just let it slide. It's not like I've been eating with abandon, or eating tons of junk, I just wasn't vigilant.
Two more days here, and I'm terrified of what I'm going to find on the scale when I get back. A huge gain? Maybe, but probably not. Regardless, I can't help but really kick myself for not having a backup plan. There probably was someplace in town I could have gotten weighed, and even if not, keeping the food journal was doable. I just let "vacation" mind set take over. I even ate stuff I'd never eat at home.
Ironically, I was really expecting my mom and sisters to notice the weight I'd lost (or at least pretend to). I even brought my old drivers' license down to show them how dramatically the difference in my face was. Well, their response was rather lukewarm at best (not my problem, I know, but it was very disappointing).
Well, at any rate, I'm very ready to come home, and get back to my routine, and the support of my TOPS group. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have visited, especially seeing my brand new nephew, but family gatherings are such trouble spots for me. Just means I have to be doubly prepared for our Christmas visit.



