Summer Plans: Destination France

My man and I are heading to France so he can introduce me to meet his extended family and so we can attend his big family's reunion. Since I've already seen a lot of Paris (I lived there for a few months), and he's been basically visiting France every summer on and off over 30 years, we probably won't be taking in the usual tourist sights. I might try and cheeze it up by forcing him up the Eiffel Tower. But I'm sure we'll do a lot of walking around,  because he loves to take 6 hour walks. From Paris we'll slowly travel towards the Mediterranean where his family resides. The average temperatures in the south in June and July are hot-hot-hot.

So as a chubby girl whose thighs rub together, and who sweats up a storm, this is a recipe for an uncomfortable trip. I'm not a fan of hot summers and I love my air conditioner.  Hoping I can shrink some more before the trip so I won't get as many heat rashes as usual.

As for food, well since I have a lactose issue, most fromages are out of the question. I have been told that there are a lot of fresh vegetables and fruit available at reasonable prices in the summer in the south. But finding and even preparing the meals I'd like might prove difficult. Of course, lots of good carbs can be found... ah les baguettes, les  crepes, les patisseries... yikes!!

I've been dreading this aspect of the trip so much that I even gave thought to going on SlimFast!! So not good! Right now I'm eating clean, but frankly I'm finding exercise is a struggle. I get to it maybe 2 times a week, for an hour each time of weight training and cardio. I'll have to find the strength somewhere to get it up to 6 times a week. At the moment it is still too cool for me to take the bike outdoors. Hoping next week will be warm and I get off my butt and quit keeping the sofa warm!

Scale busters

Just when you think you've made progress taking it one step at a time, something comes along to send you two steps backs. This past week, it was the fact that my home scale gradually got out of whack and is 8 lbs off. And by 8 lbs, I mean I actually weigh another 8lbs more than I thought. I'm just happy that I've also been relying on the tape measure!!! Honestly, in the past, I would have been so depressed, I would have drown my sorrows in a bag of corn twists and a tub of ice cream.

But I can't help feeling sad... I know that there are always going to be challenges along the way... I just wish it were easier.  I'd better learn how to deal with it now, head on, rather than retreating into myself and wallowing in self-pity, as I have done so many times in the past.

Many Plates and a Big Plateau

Didn't do so well with eating this week.  Stress eating due to job insecurity, so five days off the rails.  It culminated with a family get together at a French restaurant where meals were shared family style.  A little bit of this, a little bit of that went into my mouth, my glass of wine refilled six times by our prompt waiter... and I rolled away from the table.  You know that overly-full plus drunky-drunk feeling?  Sigh.  My man and I took a bit of a walk after.

Usually at this point in my weight loss, I'd give up.  Surrender.  Dislocate.  I go back to sitting on the couch and stuffing my face with corn twists, followed by a Wunderbar with a Cola chaser.  This time is different.  Am I going to give up?  NO!!!  I'm getting my eating back on track and won't wallow in self-pity anymore.