Travel and social eating.

When traveling, I lack discipline and motivation to regularly work out. Even when my father was seriously injured not long ago, I still-- having had very little sleep-- got up and walked on the treadmill the next day. But I just don't seem to care enough to consistently get it done while in a hotel.

When I hit the road on Sunday I was at 313 which was three pounds below trend. By Friday, I'd eaten my way up to 320 which was over three pounds above the trend. Several folks came down for that first week. We went out for lunch and supper every day. But once they left, I was eating alone and fell back in to that familiar 100+700+700 rhythm. By Wednesday I was down to 315 and a pound below the trend.

Interesting how that worked out, no? When left to my own devices in a city that is not home, I still fell in to counting up to 1500 calories a day. But with the opportunity to break bread with my friends and colleagues also comes this odd sort of willing sacrifice where I choose to eat more and differently simply as a part of sharing that time with those people I care about. I think it's most frequently the same reason that I overeat when at home. I guess that cultivating relationships with co-workers, friends, and family is just worth temporarily overeating to me. Perhaps it's because I know I can just get back on my 1500 a day plan later to make up for it.

Yes, as you can tell by reading this, I packed the scale. To be specific, I took the battery out, taped it to the scale, and then packed it. It was part of what put my bag overweight and made it cost an extra $25 each way. It was worth every penny.

One of the highlights of this trip was not having to ask for a seat belt extender on the airplane. For a while I was getting close to needing an extender for a standard coach seat. I have needed one for the commuter planes for years but this trip I had four or five inches to spare. Also, I used to have to guard the seat back button by putting my fingers on either side of it or my cell phone next to it during takeoff and landing to make sure my fat leg didn't depress it. Now my leg doesn't even touch it.

This Good Friday morning was good to me with a record low of 312.6 which puts me back where I was before I left home: three pounds below the trend line.

The significant other and I have both lost significant amounts of weight. So, to mark our achievement, we've decided to have a "two something" party this summer. Named to mark my crossing the 300 mark from "three hundred and something" to "two hundred and something". Since there will be friends and family around, I expect I'll eat more than 1500 calories on that day.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate it and happy weekend to those who don't. Thanks for reading.