I'm pretty new here still, so this is my first thread.
I went on a cruise a couple weeks ago--it was awesome.
Before the cruise I was all cool and collected about maintaining my fairly strict idea of what I should eat each day, and fully intended not to over-eat.
Never having been on a cruise before, I didn't know what I was in for. On the first day, I counted calories. And then I said to myself...I am on vacation. I don't want to work. I want to enjoy myself. So what if I gain a few pounds? I can lose it. It is fine.
And I proceeded to have the most fun and relaxing 7 days of my entire life.
I gained a few pounds. This caused a little bit of anxiety. But the overwhelming feeling I have right now is relief. Ever since I got back I have not really wanted to jump back into calorie-counting. I am very averse to the idea. I like being relaxed for once. I like the lack of regimentation. I am kicking up my yoga practice with a few new DVDs and possibly some classes at a local center, I am still going to the gym. I just don't want to count calories.
Frankly, I am tired of being vigilant.
And I wonder if I am onto some great truth about my life--and maybe life in general.
Looking back at my life, and on the particular vices I have wrestled with over the years, I see a theme. Sometimes after years of fruitless struggle, constant watching, being careful, worrying, etc...the moment I let go of being entirely in control all the time, the issues that gave me so much grief, that I simply couldn't conquer, recede into the background. All at once, I realize that I do not struggle with or agonize over or obsess about that thing anymore. Whether it has been sex or faith, men or money...whatever...the most free I have been is not when I have been most in control, but when I have stopped being so hard on myself and just pursued balance.
I am afraid that if I do that with food I will lose everything and become my old obese self again--but there is another part of me that says my life and my health do not have to be this hard to maintain. This part of me insists that if I worry less about what I put in my mouth and learn instead to trust my instincts, I will stop regarding food intake and exercise level and scale readings as facets of some life-long war I will never really win, and start not really thinking about it that much at all. Maybe I can spend most of my time thinking about what kind of life I am living and what I want to DO with it.
This is just...me thinking out loud, and wondering if I should worry at my rebellion or rejoice that I might be finally learning something. I want to be a person who doesn't see weight as a problem or as something to be over come, lost or won, hidden or flaunted...but something that can be merely a footnote in a very vibrant life full of relationships, activity and love.
What do you think about this? Should I reign it in and force myself back to The Plan? Or should I experiment with a more free lifestyle for a while?
I'm tired of working so hard all the time, and measuring myself all the time. I just want to live.

