on the beach house

Our Beach House is my happy place. When I drive up to the House I immediately feel all of the tension and worry leave my head, which is a pretty wonderful feeling if you ask me. Walking in? That's like a little piece of heaven. I have no idea what it is about this House that gives it this quality, but it happens every time. Maybe it's the pink furniture in my bed room, or possibly the large fish sculpture thing hanging on the wall that is placed just perfectly so it looks like it's eating the lamp over the kitchen table. Who knows.

We're leaving for the beach at some point today. Some point soon. This departure time kind of hinges on me going to put gas in my brother's car (which will be making the journey). I've been sitting at my computer for an hour instead doing pretty much nothing. Apparently I'm already in beach mode. We still have to get there. Stupid 2 hour drive!

One of the first things I want to do when we get there (besides unpacking, Dad! I promise) is go for a nice, flat run. Our neighborhood here is a bit hilly, which makes for a lot of walking breaks. I would much rather run farther on a flat surface than walk lots of hills! Now don't get me wrong, I try to run the hills...try being the operative word. It's just such a huge expenditure of energy, and when I'm not carrying water with me it makes me too tired to start running again and then my 5k turns into a 3k. No bueno.

So someone ask me if I ran today! Because while at the moment I may be super incredibly excited to run, once I get to the beach house I may feel the relaxation set in so strongly that I won't want to leave. Because I could seriously not leave that house for a week. Beach? What's that? People think I'm crazy, but just visit the House and you'll see what I mean. For serious.

Oh yeah, and I lost the 3lbs I gained last week! Take that, sodium gain!

either someone slipped an invisible brick onto my scale this morning...

...or I really gained 3lbs.

I deserved it. I pretty much did absolutely nothing that resembled a healthy, WW lifestyle this week.

Time to get my head back in this.

just like riding a bicycle...

Yesterday was my first day back at work. It's almost as if I never left, except for a few small changes. Changes like our closing time a couple days out of the week, which may seem minor when the day that changed is Thursday and yesterday was Tuesday, except that when a customer asks what time we close and I give the wrong time I look like an idiot. Changes like the type of plate we use for our calzones, which should be a non-issue since I'm a manager and technically don't have to stock anything, but becomes an issue when I tell people they need to keep up with their sidework, go grab plates myself, and am subsequently told by the pizza cook that no, we don't use those plates anymore. Crap. I'm awesome.

I also noticed how easily I started to slip back into my old eating habits. Remember those habits? The ones that caused me to gain roughly 30lbs in about 6 months? Crostini and croutons have points, people! You can't just snack on them all day and expect to get away with it. Sheesh. But just look at this menu. Who wouldn't gain a bunch of weight working here? The food is just so delicious. nom nom nom.

Yesterday I made myself a small bowl of grapes ("made" is a relative term. It's not like you have to cook grapes), and whenever I felt like eating croutons I had a few grapes. Worked pretty well! I did have some soup, but it's a bean soup and really point-friendly. Yes, I had pizza (*gasp*) yesterday for lunch, but today I had a veggie wrap! Yes, I had it with a side caesar salad, but I put the dressing on the side! It's amazing how little dressing you need when you control how much goes onto your salad. Notice how I said need, not want. I could totally eat like, 5x as much caesar dressing as they give me. I love the stuff. But it's about portion control, right? Who really needs a whole cup of dressing for like, 3 bites of salad? (I kid, I kid.)

Anyway, this time around it'll be different! I can totally control what I eat.

I think I can.

I think I can.

I think I can.