Fat 2 Fit Excerpt Fifteen On the Road Again
Fat 2 Fit: Excerpt Fifteen On the Road Again
Having spent his adult life as a family man tied down to his forestry job, my retired husband harbored a pent-up desire for travel that seemed to peak during my fitness efforts. At the risk of sounding paranoid, I wondered if at some level he was testing me to see if he could bring back his party-girl wife! After all, he said, it wasn't nearly as much fun for him to eat and drink alone, especially when I sat across the table from him being so pure and wholesome. When he proposed a vacation on the Mendocino coast, I had no reason to decline—that is, except for not knowing if I could maintain my regimen while traveling. But after all, I asked myself, what good is a fitness regimen if it won't travel? I would need a plan of attack. I could take the scale—now my very best friend instead of my enemy—to weigh myself. If we were flying, I could walk briskly during the preboarding time to log a few exercise minutes. But since we were driving, I'd need to get up early and exercise before we left. Even more worrisome was dining out. My husband likes fancy places with cocktails, tempting entrées, and lovely desserts, and his choice of restaurants in Mendocino would be no exception. While I watched him enjoy his favorites, I would be forced to remain focused on my own goals. But I am very stubborn. The more difficult the challenge, the more determined I become. I began thinking about the advantages of eating out and ways I could cope. At least I couldn't walk into the restaurant kitchen and help myself to seconds as I could at home! When ordering, I could get food prepared exactly as I liked, and I could choose what I wanted to eat. I could control portions by ordering appetizers instead of an entrée. I could package food up and take it back to our motel room. And I wouldn't have to spend hours in the kitchen surrounded by temptations. For exercise, I'd have to be flexible. Because I was keeping up with my classmates in my Body Pump class, I began to think of myself as a jock, a real athlete. I could easily walk three to four miles, more if necessary. I would look for a place to walk along the ocean each day.
Excerpt Fifteen On the Road Again
From the book " From Fat to Fit Turn Yourself into a Weapon of Mass Reduction" by Carole Carson
Life is full of obstacle illusions. —Grant FrazierHaving spent his adult life as a family man tied down to his forestry job, my retired husband harbored a pent-up desire for travel that seemed to peak during my fitness efforts. At the risk of sounding paranoid, I wondered if at some level he was testing me to see if he could bring back his party-girl wife! After all, he said, it wasn't nearly as much fun for him to eat and drink alone, especially when I sat across the table from him being so pure and wholesome. When he proposed a vacation on the Mendocino coast, I had no reason to decline—that is, except for not knowing if I could maintain my regimen while traveling. But after all, I asked myself, what good is a fitness regimen if it won't travel? I would need a plan of attack. I could take the scale—now my very best friend instead of my enemy—to weigh myself. If we were flying, I could walk briskly during the preboarding time to log a few exercise minutes. But since we were driving, I'd need to get up early and exercise before we left. Even more worrisome was dining out. My husband likes fancy places with cocktails, tempting entrées, and lovely desserts, and his choice of restaurants in Mendocino would be no exception. While I watched him enjoy his favorites, I would be forced to remain focused on my own goals. But I am very stubborn. The more difficult the challenge, the more determined I become. I began thinking about the advantages of eating out and ways I could cope. At least I couldn't walk into the restaurant kitchen and help myself to seconds as I could at home! When ordering, I could get food prepared exactly as I liked, and I could choose what I wanted to eat. I could control portions by ordering appetizers instead of an entrée. I could package food up and take it back to our motel room. And I wouldn't have to spend hours in the kitchen surrounded by temptations. For exercise, I'd have to be flexible. Because I was keeping up with my classmates in my Body Pump class, I began to think of myself as a jock, a real athlete. I could easily walk three to four miles, more if necessary. I would look for a place to walk along the ocean each day.