I went on a trip over the holidays.
Not just any trip. A trip with my hubs.
Not just any trip with my hubs. A trip with my homicide detective hubs who works 7 days a week so victims have voices.
We planned. We saved. We sacrified. It was three glorious weeks!
We left Houston on a SNOWY friday to drive to Florida. Overnighting in Mobile was our first stop. Quick night and some pizza and onto Orlando.
Orlando is a 3rd home for me. Houston is my heart and my current home, Chicago is my birthplace and Orlando, my folks live.
We set sail on Sunday, 12/10 for a luxurious 10 day Southern Caribbean vacation on the Royal Princess. I even surprised the detective with a mini suite! We were here!
And I took a deep breath. How would my eating go? How would I do amongst everything I like? I’ve been on over a dozen cruises so I knew what I was in for. How would my pain do? Would I be able to walk? Would I be able to keep up? For further knowledge, less than a week before we sailed I learned I’d be having major (major) back surgery in a few months.
And then I let out the deep breath and went on. I ate. I drank (which I truly rarely do) and I lived. I walked some, I rested some, I stumbled some.
At one point when I was clearly struggling walking in Martinque, the Detective turned to me and said “Laura, I need you to focus because if you fall I cannot get you back to the ship and that scares the crap out of me,” and then he gave me his arm.
Ouch that hurt a bit. I was trying to take care of my walking. I was trying not to show my pain. I was trying to take care of myself. So instead of breaking down into a hot mess, I found some resolution inside and took it.
After our cruise, we spent Christmas week with my parents in Orlando. It was exactly what we both wanted; time with family.
Four days after our cruise, while still in Orlando, I weighed in. KNOWING I didn’t track a bite. KNOWING my muscle relaxers cause water retention. KNOWING I didn’t make as many smart decisions as I would have liked to. KNOWING no MATTER WHAT – I DID NOT REGRET A THING AND I WOULD NOT DIE.
I gained 10 lbs in 2 1/2 weeks. And in one week when I got back, I lost 8 of them.
Now you might be wondering what the takeaway is? A few.
- Fallen off? GET ON NOW! As soon as my foot stepped of that ship, shenanigans stopped. Tracking commenced. I lost my ‘I don’t get a F*%’ attitude once on shore.
- Need help? ASK! I should have asked the detective for more help when I needed it however my big head stopped me. Pain is NOT weakness; pain. is something that is broken. I lost my ego and asked for help.
- EVEN with a 10 lb gain in 2 1/2 weeks – I know I would have done a HELLUVA lot worst without WW, without Connect, without iG, without NFLN. I lost my sense of being alone and came right back here.
When have you had an AHA moment? I bet they’re not always when you expect!
I am better today than yesterday and I am better, even with a gain some weeks than a loss.
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