Why does culture shock always translate to chocolate scoffin’ for me?
It happens on the first night of every holiday. My sister and I, cranky and confused, are wandering the streets of some strange city. We don’t know where’s good to eat and we lack the energy to find out. So we always wind up in a supermarket, grabbing whatever foil-covered package we recognize, and guzzling it with great relief. On our recent trip to Lisbon, my chocolate of choice was Ritter Sport Alpine Milk. Bless those Germans. Yum!
But it got better as the trip went on. We ate gorgeous breakfasts at the hotel buffet, with fresh orange juice, bacon, mango, and croissants galore. We bombed out on most of our restaurant choices, so my favourite meal was another supermarket feast – fresh bread with great hunks of local cheese and ham, followed by strawberries. Okay, and more chocolate.
Now today it’s back to reality after approximately two weeks of "relaxed" eating. I jumped on my old friend The Scales and it appears I’ve gained 3 kilos. That’s almost half a stone. In two weeks. THAT’S 6.5 POUNDS, PEOPLE!
The horror, the horror.
"You’re like a Marvel comic," said the Scottish Companion in awed tones, when I told him the result. "The Amazing Expanding and Contracting Woman!"
Mwahaha. She goes down! She goes up! Right before your very eyes! I can see why it’s wacky to him. Two weeks ago I was over the moon with a five pound loss, and now here I am up 6.5.
SC has always been completely bewildered by my ability to gain weight so quickly. Remember how I put on almost 7 kilos over Christmas 2004? Four kilos while in Australia? Nobody can stack it on as quick as I do, baby. I wish I could say it was a gift.
The poor dude was expecting me to have my usual nervous breakdown. He kept asking if I was okay, was I upset? He tip-toed around the flat, wondering when I’d turn hysterical. But I was calm and almost bemused. After all I was not surprised one bit. I’m all-too familiar with this kind of rapid gain, so much so that I didn’t even throw a hissy fit!
Let’s be honest, I’ve been eating far too much for two weeks. I had a good time. I had a lovely wedding anniversary and a tops holiday. But now the party’s over and I’m back to the usual healthy habits. I will bust off this gain in the coming weeks and just get on with it. Woo!
Something I’ve been pondering these last few days: I like travelling, and I like eating when travelling. Well to be honest, the eating is the best thing about the travelling. I am never going to go on holiday and NOT scoff into the local cuisine.
Rather than harbouring any delusions that next time will be different, I just accept that this is how things are with me. I’m not saying my vacations are just one long bingefest, but I am not going to hold back either. This is life happening! In exotic locales! Dude! I will never ask the waiter in floundering Portugese for my salad dressing on the side or could he please put half in a doggie bag. Nor will I pretend that I won’t reach for the chocolate if I am feeling bewildered and hungry in a foreign land. The key is not letting it go too far. It’s all about how quick you bounce back, how quick you throw your pudgy leg back over that horse and RIDE AGAIN!
There are two kinds of days, really. The Everyday Days when life is relatively quiet and you plan your meals and exercise and stick to your plan like clockwork. Then there are days when Things Happen and there’s strange new places and situations and things to eat. This is how it will always be. But as long as the Everyday Days are the majority of my days, I know I will be fine.
So it’s back to reality. I did my Cathe KickMax DVD on Sunday and felt all that energy and motivation zoom back. And my eating’s been good with lots of vegie-laden meals planned. HOWEVER! The real challenge is to ride out these horrible stinky bastard Chocolate Withdrawls. I’m the middle of it RIGHT NOW. All I can think of is a Terry’s Chocolate Orange bar and how I would like to have one for dinner. Maybe two. ARRRGH! It is alarming how quickly your body remembers its undying lust for sugar. Now I have to make it forget again. I must be calm! I must breathe!
Okay, I will be back soon to tell you all about the shopping and the sunshine. Hope you are all well and happy!