My 4th of July weekend was off the rails as far as food goes. Completely. Utterly. I'd decided ahead of time to just roll with it, taking into consideration the fact that one evening we would be picnicking and that a birthday party was happening two days later.
I haven't eaten than many carbs in that short a time in more than a year and a half. I'll spare you the food porn. But there was cake.
The good part is my weight, which I haven't checked since sometime last week, stayed the same. I may even be down a pound. I didn't write the number down last week, but I'm definitely in the same ball park.
The other good part is that eating all those carbs made me feel horrible. Why is that good? It's a great reminder that choosing to eat whole, fresh, unprocessed foods WORKS FOR ME. I may not have celiac disease or diabetes, but gluten and sugar make me feel bad. I had a strange-but-short (thankfully!) bout of nausea Sunday morning. I found myself zoning out at times, unable to pay attention to what was going on around me. (This happened twice, both times when I was part of a larger group of people.) I can only attribute those feelings to the change in diet.
I took a couple nice walks while I was gone. The usual North Carolina-in-July heat and humidity postponed its arrival until I left the state. The weekend weather was surprisingly lovely.
Other than feeling bad from eating food I wasn't used to, I had a wonderful time. It's good to get away once in a while.
But it's good to be home, too. My little Hershey dog was beside herself when I got out of the car. I love how dogs are happy to see you with their entire bodies. She doesn't act like that when I come home from a trip to the grocery, but she certainly misses me when I'm gone overnight.
Truth be told: I miss her, too.