Vacation (Tricia)

Hi Everyone! Well, I have been on vacation in and out of town for the last week and a half, sorry I haven’t posted. A lot has been on my mind during that time and I am going to try to put it all into words so I think I will break them up into a few different posts. To get started, lets chat a little about my vacation, shall we?
One of the things my husband and I did on vacation was go camping with another couple. It was terrific. We enjoyed a few technology-free days in the woods chatting and playing cards and loving the great weather that we had. I realized a few things while we were camping that I could think about in the future if I had a lack of motivation moment.
1) It was much easier to move around this year and I wasn’t completely exhausted from setting up our site.
2) I didn’t have to squeeze into my sleeping bag. This is very important because when I am camping, I like to borough into my sleeping bag until my feet hit the bottom and pull the top over my head and my pillow. It makes for a very cozy sleeping arrangement and since none of my body is showing, I won’t look like dinner to a bear that might bust into my tent during the night. And by bust, I of course mean to carefully unzip the tent, pull back the flap and peak in looking for a midnight snack, only to find a lump of material. Disappointed, the bear would re-zip the “door” and move on to the next tent all without me knowing that we had a visitor. Yes, I have envisioned this…but its usually two bears and there is a conversation between them. I won’t go into detail about that, because some of you may think I am weird….er.
Ok, so where was I? Oh, yes, the sleeping bag. As I got bigger, it was a little less enjoyable to sleep in the bag because, well it became a little tight. I started to feel like I was stuffed into it and in the mornings, when I unzipped myself, I think it must have been a sight. I like to think it looked like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon…however, I don’t think my husband would say I was re-creating a butterfly plowing out of my green sack. More like Nessy coming up for air.
I had a great conversation with my fried Laurie (and Bryan) when we were hanging around by the fire about Medifast and how I had lost my weight. I was talking about how great it was to have lost the weight, but how frustrating it was at the same time to deal with having clothes too big. Now, don’t think I am getting all skinny-headed here and think I am talking like a 100 lb girl who you just overheard say to her other skinny friend, “OMG, I hate shopping for clothes, I am totally between size 0 and 2 and nothing fits right.” (if you say it with a valley-girl accent, it sounds even better). I am just simply saying that it was an issue when I was carrying the laundry up from the basement with my arms full and my pants around my knees. Well, I was talking to my friends about how I have started to pull clothes out of my drawers that just simply do not fit anymore and making a pile. Laurie had suggested that I donate them, which I had all intentions of doing..but something was stopping me. The inner fat-girl has been a little afraid to do this. I told Laurie that I have been concerned about ballooning up again and then having no clothes to fit into. But then Bryan and Laurie both told me to just get rid of them. And they are right. I don’t want to hold on to them because then I wouldn’t be so hard on myself if I did get back into those bigger sizes since I already had the clothes. If I had to buy more clothes because I was gaining weight, I think I would be angry with myself for allowing my eating to get out of hand again and that is just not the direction that I want to go in. So, when I got home, I took my pile of clothes, put them in a bag and have set them by the door for me to drop off. That was a step in the right direction. Next my goal is to get them in the car…