A Trip to Remember

So I did have all intention of posting to the blog as I travelled, but I should have known that I would be too busy. Didn't even get all my postcards mailed (but at least I wrote them!). So, here is a summary of my trip to the UK.

The Trip Itself

So I discovered that not only can I not sleep in cars, but planes and trains are included in that. If it's moving, I'm awake. Ah well. So I woke up at 5am on the day I left, not because I wanted to, but just because that is what I do. I wake up early. By the time I landed in the UK I had been up far too long already. Add to that a train trip that ended up not going to my destination because of "technical" issues so that when I finally arrived in the pretty little town of Chesterfield I had been up for 30 hours straight.

After a two hour nap I was up and getting ready for Hen's Night. That was fun and a story for...well not for you. It was a wild night and lots of fun. For the next few days I spent quite a bit of time just hanging out and helping to get things ready for the upcoming wedding. A few days of tourist stuff and visiting my cousin and a couple of days just relaxing and then my three weeks were up far too soon!

Memorable Moments

Hen's night was, as I said, a wild night. I had far too much fun, drank far too much and was still on my feet at the end of the night. Which, in my books, means it was a total success. Then again, I end every night on my feet. I met some wonderful people, got kissed by a boy 10 years younger than me (Don't judge! He initiated!) and it was great.

Got to go to Chatsworth House. If you live in the UK and you haven't been then you are missing out. It was brilliant. I could have just been left there for days and wandered forever. It was so stunning.

I met a wonderful man and I'm trying not to think about what that means, but I was quite taken with him. How he feels about me, maybe I'll never know, but I am staying in touch with him as best I can. He was a perfect gentleman - how often do you get to meet one of those?

And the wedding was beautiful and it made me realize I'm never doing the big wedding things if I can avoid it. Too much stress and in the end, the result is the same, you get to spend the rest of your life (ideally) with the person you love.

That's All Folks

I did so much more than what I just wrote above. I visited castles, met strangers, got lost, got found, wander off on my own and ate lots of food and drank my silly and back again. It was a wonderful trip and I know I'm going to go back.

I have become an addict

I do not typically have an addictive personality. I won't go into details, but I have a hard time forming any sort of habit at all - good or bad. So it came as a shock the other day when I suddenly realized that I have become addicted to my scale.

I'm not joking. I don't let it get to me mentally, but I weigh myself several times a day. First thing in the morning, when I get home from work and before I go to bed. Sometimes even more often than that. I don't even really think about it much. I just do it.

A lot of experts say that this is a bad thing and I am not going to disagree with them. It can definitely be detrimental to your progress, but it has more to do with your thought process about weighing yourself.

I started my journey by weighing in every morning at the same time. Over the past year and some I've become accustomed to the ups and downs and plateaus of my weight loss journey. I don't put that much thought into or stress over it. Actually, one of the benefits of weighing in so often I've become an expert on my body and how it reacts to the food I put into it and the exercise I choose to do. I know what to expect. I know what I weigh with clothes on, clothes off, in the morning, in the afternoon and at night.

Weighing myself has become the sort of habit I don't think much about - like how I always pat my pockets before stepping out of the house even though I *know* I have my keys and phone on me. I just do it, make a mental note and move on. I think that's the trick to weighing in on a daily basis is not to worry about the numbers so much.

So that my new habit and we'll see if this month in England without my scale will help break it or if I will just get right back into it the moment I arrive back home!