Back from Melbourne now, and have to admit i went a bit nuts over there. Curse you room service and minibar!
Have decided the solution is to go on holiday more often, so that the novelty wears off and i don't eat as if i can leave the weight like the soggy towels on the hotel bathroom floor when i leave.
Got back on Sunday night, and weighed myself Monday morning. Had managed to put on 3 kilos in five days! If only you could lose it that fast. I was a bit upset, even though i was sort of expecting it, it still was a kick in the guts.
Measurements only went up by .5 of a cm if at all though. I think it was partly due to not drinking as much water, and the effect that travelling always seems to have on my stomach. *TMI alert* I get a bit ... bound up whenever i go away.
Now I'm home, i haven't been eating as well as i was, but i'm back to the usual routine bathroom wise, and am back down to 81.7.
I did quite a bit of walking in Melbourne, and have roped the kids into doing silly circuits with me (skipping, dancing, jumping up and down, bouncing on trampoline, punching pillows etc), which they really love, and is an easy way to get some exercise in without trying to find the time after they've gone to bed. Plus if they're doing it with me, i don't feel like such a knob. Have also taken the dog for two walks (sorry about today Milo, but i had to get this work done).
Overall, didn't have anywhere near as many 'oh my god, nothing to wear, i look like an overgrown oompa loompa' moments as i used to whenever faced with trying to chose something to wear. I even forgot to be excruciatingly self concious for whole hours at a time (some days, particularly if i've made an effort to 'look nice', all i can think of is how i look, whether i'm sitting too slouched, how big my arms are, and comparing comparing comparing. It's as if by trying to look nice i've somehow made my weight even more apparent, as if the track pants and scruffy jeans trick people into thinking i'm slim. Scruffy, but slim).
But I'm finding my motivation slipping a little. Haven't been as thorough with the calorie counting as i should be, and eaten biccies and chocolate absentmindedly while waiting for the kettle to boil, or cooking dinner, and sort of gone "oh! did i just eat that?"
Now I've FINALLY finished this book, that has been dragging along like an albatross around my neck for a month now, i think i'll feel better. It's been very tricky to do, and i have only just finished the synopsis that i had planned to complete way before i went away.
Sheesh, just worked out that i only have four days - with the kids at home - to do the second draft of the diving book that was sent to me TWO MONTHS ago, the proof of the poetry anthology, the last of the Christmas shopping, the Christmas cooking, cleaning and decorating, and of course the wrapping of presents (complete with the storming aroudn the house muttering 'where the F*ck is the sellotape? And who took my scissors?').
Oh well, who needs sleep anyway.