Don’t Call it a Comeback

Sittin’ on top of the world.

Ahhh…hello again world. I’m back. Back from two glorious weeks in Italy. Back from pasta for lunch and pizza for dinner. Back from walking eight hours a day. Back from seeing some of the most beautiful sights in the world. Back home.

And I’m glad to be home. I’ve learned that one of the benefits of vacationing for two weeks is that there isn’t any pressure—to hurry and take it all in or to hurry and relax before it’s time to go home. When you’re four days into a two week vacay, it feels like you have all of the time in the world ahead of you. And at the end of it all, you feel satisfied and ready to go home and see your dog. Well at least I was.

I truly feel satisfied by my vacation. And as I am want to do, I have been thinking about why it was so satisfying. Maybe it was because I saw sights I didn’t even know I wanted to see.

St. Marks in Venice sans tourists and pigeons

Maybe it was because I saw more beauty than I knew even existed.

Barga. Look for the man in the mountains.

View from the mountains between Manarolo & Corniglia in Cinque Terre.

Maybe it was because my eyes were opened to history and art in a new and inspiring way.

Raphael Room at the Vatican. One of my faves.

Street performer in Florence.

Maybe it was the fried lamb.

Fried. Lamb. Yeah, that’s right.

Or the macheroni with truffle oil.

O.M.G.

Or the simple deliciousness of the mushrooms.

Still thinking about the mushrooms.

Or maybe it was because this is how we did our laundry.

Mountain skivvies.

Or maybe it was because I didn’t ONCE think, “how many points is in this?” Yeah, I’m sporting a couple of extra lbs and a cute little pasta belly, but I feel calm about it, content even. This is strange to me. I’m the girl who looks at her WW tracker 10 times a day. I’m the girl who worries on Tuesday about what I’m going to eat on Saturday. I’m the girl who eats nothing but a salad for dinner at 5pm the night before weigh-in. Or at least I was two weeks ago.

So what did I do differently?

Two major and simple things: 1) I was very very very very active. I’m not exaggerating when I say eight hours of walking a day. Not every day, but almost. 2) I ate without guilt. Everything I put into my mouth was something I was excited about, and I enjoyed every single bite. Every single bite. I enjoyed it so much it bears repeating. I mean, you guys. The mushrooms…I don’t even know where to begin.

And now I’m back. Back in my home where I shove food into my face on the couch while I watch TV. Back where my old habits are too easy to slide into. But now I’ve had a clean break from those habits. I’ve gotten a literal taste of what it might be like to not obsess about food. Two weeks of practice in a guilt-free mentality.

I’m going to hold on to it for as long as I can. Because it is much much much more fun.

Happy at Cavour 313 in Rome thanks to WW buddy Helen!

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2 thoughts on “Don’t Call it a Comeback

  1. Dear Jennifer – wonderful to see you yesterday and yes I am following your blog! Love your style of writing….xoxox Rosie

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