I’m all packed up and ready to be picked up to go to the airport. My suitcase is just as heavy as it was when I came, let’s hope I’m not!
It has been a wonderful 2 weeks of relaxing by the pool and doing nothing. I have loved feeling able to walk from my sunbed to the bar, in my swimsuit, without feeling the need to cover up to walk the 20 feet.
I have loved how I have felt in the evening, with my tan in my size 14 dress, the one in the image attached to this blog.
I have felt the appetite suppression ebb and flow as it does at home. I have had ice creams by the pool, the odd packet of crisps, and then not been able to take more than a few bites of my meal.
I am telling myself that I should not step onto the scales tomorrow morning, after a long journey and long flight, but who am I kidding, I know that I will.
But I have until Friday, my self-appointed ‘official’ weigh in day, to settle back in and see the verdict.
This is the precisely the situation I dread. I tell myself that I am ok with a small gain while hoping for a small loss, so the difference between the two is several lbs.
It is what it is. I cannot do anything about it right now. And no matter what I weigh, I have still lost more than my very heavy suitcase weighs!