My girlfriend and I went to the beach for a few days. OMG what a fabulous time I had. Relaxing, lovely, sun, sand, ocean, swimming pools, Jacuzzi, pillow top beds, down duvets. Gorgeous sunsets, lovely sun rises, great food, wonderful wine, good friendship. We relaxed. We rejuvenated. We ate. Here is us eating at Cooter's. I mean really...Cooter's? We just had to eat there!
Here's me on our balcony. Awesome sunsets right from there!
What's this got to do with Weight Watchers? Really? Not a damn thing. I did go to a meeting while we were there. I gained 1.2 pounds. I'm guessing it had something to do with the all you can eat crab legs the night before. It might have been the bottle of wine that night too though. Oh, oh oh, maybe it was the fried fish sandwich with homemade potato chips for lunch that day. Don't really care what caused it...it was just there. It'll go bye bye. Next week might show a gain also. Residual overlap ya know? I didn't learn moderation yet. I'm still working on it though!
I learned something so much more important than moderation on this trip. I learned that I'm confident in my body. I was at the beach and I enjoyed every minute of it. I never once thought I didn't deserve to be there. I never once thought of wearing something over my bathing suit to cover my body. I wasn't just there, I was comfortable there. I didn't care if people stared. Really, I honestly didn't. I just enjoyed myself. I sat on the beach one day for about 6 hours and never had a negative thought. How awesome is that? I know that I don't look good in my suit. I know that my arm fat flaps. I know that my thigh fat swings. I know my boobs sag. I'm not some delusional old woman that thinks she's hot. I know what I look like. I know something else. I know I don't give a flying F. I deserve to be on that beach, enjoying the sun and sand just as much as the next person. I know that if people don't like how I look, they can turn their eyes somewhere else.
None of this even entered my mind until I got home. While I was there, I was just there. Enjoying myself. Soaking up the sun, people watching, enjoying the companionship of my friend. Walking the beach. Bubbling in the Jacuzzi. Eating, drinking, just being. It wasn't until I got home I realized how completely at ease I was walking around in my bathing suit. Up and down the beach. Across the sand. Around the pool. Even back up to the room...all in just my bathing suit. Wow.
The sunsets were spectacular.
Hey, one other thing that was cool. The towels in the hotel fit around my body! I considered stealing one! Ya, guess they were extra big, but it was cool for the first time ever to wrap a bath towel around my body. I remember when a beach towel wouldn't even come close to closing around my girth.
I've come a long way baby.