So, I feel like in writing this, I am being bold.  I don't generally like to put myself out there or be the focal point of permanent written word on the World Wide Web, but I feel the need to convey my internal thoughts and put them out into the universe.  I am currently afraid of two things: 1.) My upcoming 10-day vacation and 2.) Vocalizing about said vacation to strangers.  

Over the past decade as I transitioned from teenager, to twenty-something, to almost-thirty, I have thrown down and battled with my weight. In all honesty, I am learning to love my body.  With a thyroid that just won't work to its potential, my weight hit an uncomfortable 220 something (I won't be specific because numbers shouldn't define me, though internally they seem to) somewhere around 2012.  I successfully lost (and kept off) forty of those pounds with Weight Watchers.  

I loved the program and still respect it, but in 2015, I knew I needed to lose the rest of my weight on my own.  Thus, I joined this Diet Bet because it allowed for accountability with independence.  It gave me a fun incentive for losing weight and it got me mindful of healthy loss again.  After nearly two months of mindful eating using Spark People (the occasional glass of wine here and there...a visit to a Guy Fieri restaurant...a few splurges), I have regained my attitude towards food and I have not let it become a controlling factor.  I returned back to yoga and I am feeling enthusiastic and energetic again. 

But, the threat of a vacation still lingers in the air.  Isn't the threat of a joyous time a bit contradictory?  I mean, I need the time to decompress, to get a break from some of my more "interesting" students (for a serious lack of better words), to breath in air other than that of New Jersey.  I am so eager to visit the warmer atmosphere in Florida, hang at Cinderella's castle, and visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

How do I ensure that I don't revert to my old ways?  How do I make it so that food is not the central focus of this trip and not resent myself (or my boyfriend who can eat anything) for it?  I know I will be exercising, that is not an issue, but I have never vacationed without overindulging.  My vacations have always been defined by the most savory bites and excess.  How do I deprive without feeling deprived?  

So far, I have lost about ten pounds since starting this shift in my life and I certainly don't want to put the weight back on (certainly not on the booty that can already use shrinking!).  People in "real life" don't seem to understand...I often get, "Eh, it's vacation.  Live a little.  Who cares if you put on a few pounds?  It'll eventually come back off..."  So, seriously, I am wondering, how do you ignore the other voices other than your own?  

Just some food for thought on a rainy, pre-spring break Thursday.

First poster problems. 

~J