We are home! I still need to write about our fantastic last week on the road, but will save that blog for the weekend – the pictures are still in the camera, and it will take several days to unload the RV.
The trip from Homestead-Miami Speedway took about six hours – stuck for a while in the Miami morning traffic, but we finally pulled onto Baytree Drive, Titusville, FL in the early afternoon, and commenced to unloading. It's a lot of work and I'm not planning on getting it all done in one day. Thanksgiving is on Thursday and I still need to get to the grocery store, take the puppies to the groomer and settle down to life with four walls instead of four wheels.
With all the wonderful memories we've created this summer, what do you think I was thinking of on the trip home? Ready?
I chose not to bring my bathroom scale along on our trip – RV's afford limited space and crazy thinking wasn't going to win. Over the last two years, I have developed somewhat of a little post-menopausal belly-bloat. I did see a nutritionist in the spring and he made some suggestions which I had been following; no dairy, soy and migrate toward vegetarianism. Combine this new plan of eating (I hate the word 'DIET"; it has the word DIE nestled in it so it's doomed to kill me!) with faithful exercise, and I should have a weight loss now, right? Well, I don't always think logically when it comes to my weight. After years of yo-yo dieting and morbid obesity, I don't always think logically where weight is concerned.
Friends who'd seen me over the summer commented on my weight loss but I still worried that they were wrong. My clothes were fitting better. I dreaded the bad news I'd surely get when the moment of truth arrived. Of course, it couldn't have been as soon as we walked in the door. I'd eaten two meals, was fully dressed and the number would be even higher. Instead, we worked on moving our stuff into the house with a decision that the moment of truth could wait until the morning. But it was the last thing I thought of before drifting off to sleep.
I woke up a little after four. That's too early to get up but after half an hour of 'trying' to go back to sleep, I decided to face the music. Donning the lightest robe I own, I headed down to the bathroom and gingerly stepped on. To my utter amazement and delight, I lost seven pounds! That's better than a pound a month. I am not a lazy big-fat, good-for-nothing slob, no matter what my head said prior to the weigh-in. I am not that anyway, even without a weight loss.
I guess normal people don't deal with these mental gymnastics where weight is concerned. It's a part of me that I have learned to accept – I'm always going to be just a bit off normal where my weight is concerned. Now I'm done with scale-hopping until January first. The less I have to deal with that routine, the better. As soon as the sun comes up, I'm hopping on my bike for a spin around the 'hood'. I'm glad to be home and grateful for not needing to act on my sometimes crazy thinking. I won't be visiting Breusters Ice Cream parlor to celebrate. I won't be searching grocery shelves for one last Twinkie before they're gone forever. I'll drink my protein shake for breakfast and have a nice salad for lunch.
Welcome home, Gerri!