I've been thinking over the last few days...usually within the confines of a margarita or beer induced stupor because I just started vacation (10 weeks of severely reduced hours....yowzas!) and I had an epiphany. I remember that the last time that I lost a lot of weight and got down to 142 was when I kept a general food log, not really being super crazy about food, but I was at the gym 4 days a week and I was training for my first triathlon. I am going to continue with the Weight Watchers, because I really need the support, but I'm going to spend a lot of time at the gym and outside. I'm just going to let what ever happens happen.
So essentially, I'm going to train for a tri, even though I don't have one planned. I will probably do a couple of 5Ks this fall with my friend, Hill. I'm going to fill my belly with nutritious food and just let my body do what it's going to do. I refuse to get stressed about it, I refuse to get worked up about it. That's it. I'm on vacation. I want to have fun. I want to be outside. I don't want to be obsessed with my weight. If I eat in a nutritious way and have fun outside, the weight will come off. Right?