It was the best of times

I had an absolutely MARVELOUS vacation in terms of rest and relaxation. The food and the exercise...well...not so much.

Dinner the first night was a high-class and high-fat affair. It was part of the romance package; a necessity to give the hotel staff time to add some romantic touches to the hotel room while we were thus occupied. Although I have to give myself credit for stopping when I was satisfied (versus stuffed), I didn't order a very healthy dish (roast rack of pork with pasta) and had half a dessert (creme caramel without the whipping cream...like that would really make a difference!) Hopefully the...ahem..."activity points" I earned after dinner helped somewhat, but I'm not overly optimistic.

The next day was like a dream. I had booked my husband and I both into this extraordinarily swanky spa for treatments that pretty much lasted the day. I cannot describe adequately the feeling of relaxation and royalty we felt being pampered so much. It was bliss, through and through. Even the bump in the road at lunchtime was delightful. Again, I was confronted with high-class high-fat food in the form of the spa's tappas restaurant. I confess, I threw in the towel and simply enjoyed the delicious plates of decadent food. It might have been okay had I not utterly stuffed myself and topped it with a dessert as well.

The rest of the day and into the next day also saw me indulging entirely too much. I did, however, manage to reel it in towards end-of-day Saturday. We had visited a local grocery store to get some healthy food for dinner and I took the opportunity to buy the newest issue of Weight Watchers magazine. After a nice walk on the beach (and getting soaked in a torrential downpour), I curled up in the hotel room, sipping water from a wine glass and reading my new magazine. It was good to have that magazine on hand as it helped ground me.

I spent the rest of the evening making beaded bracelets to keep my hands busy. The following day was the trip home and I'm happy to say I was on plan the whole day. I even hopped on my exercise bike for an hour. And this morning, I've started out right with a good breakfast and another go on the bike.

To say I'm not feeling a tad guilty would be lying. I did entirely overindulge and I'm fully expecting to see a gain when I weigh-in this Saturday. Thems the breaks. I can't expect to eat anything I want and not have to pay for it. I will still work extra hard this week, making sure I exercise and meet the healthy guidelines.

As my meeting leader would say with a wink and a smile after such a weekend as this, "I'm not cured yet!"