My Welcome Home

Our flight home was uneventful, except for the fussy little boy who sat next to us and kicked and cried and screamed during the whole 5-1/2 hour flight. My husband was a little annoyed about it, but to be honest, all I could think of was…wow, am I glad that kid is not mine! The parents were frantically trying to get him to calm down the whole time…I actually felt bad for them. So rather than get annoyed, I just plugged in my Nano and listened to music, and also watched Eat Pray Love with Julia Roberts on the digiplayer.

Hub and I spent Sunday getting settled. When I picked up B, he was glad to see me, but probably not as much as I was to see him. I think he enjoyed his 3 weeks at Auntie Pam's. He absolutely loves her, and she spoils him rotten. He also gets along really well with Olive and Kermit. They spend a lot of time chasing each other and the cats, and barking at squirrels in the back yard. I feel so fortunate to have met Pam, because I can't think of anything worse than worrying that my dog is pining away for me. (Of course, it works both ways...we'll be watching Kermit & Olive for a few weeks in February.) I do think Buster is glad to be back home as an "only dog" and I'm glad to have him with me. When I woke up last night, I was comforted by the fact that he was crowding me out of the bed, as usual. *smile*

So this morning, this is what I found in my office: A big snow storm happened right after we left for vacation, so my co-workers were welcoming me back with a humorous taste of the weather that I missed. They put my name plate on him, but everyone kept calling him Frosty. I did have a lot of work to catch up on right away, and I didn't have time to figure out what to do with him. So Frosty is still in my office. He's really large and overbearing so I guess I'll have to take him down to the recycle bin tomorrow.

That's all the good stuff...now for the not so good...

In spite of my resolution to not gain any weight…when I weighed myself on Sunday, I had gained 7 lbs in 3 weeks. I about freaked out when I saw the scale. I had no idea I was even capable of gaining that much weight in 3 weeks. I've been on vacations when I gained 3, 4, or 5 lbs. Never 7 before. I honestly didn't think I was eating that badly. I was just trying to feel "normal" and enjoy my vacation without worrying too much about my weight and what I ate.

So, I guess the plan is to start drinking water, eating right, and working out. I'm pretty sure "it" will come off fairly quickly. Today has been a good day for water and food (unfortunately, there was no time for exercise today).

I do see a lot of growth in how I'm handling the gain. Normally I'd beat myself up, starve, get depressed, engage in a lot of negative self-talk, and obsess about it. I'll admit I have been obsessing a little, but I honestly don't feel depressed and I haven't been hating on myself. Plus I see Dr D on Wednesday and I'm sure she'll help me through this.

Anyway, that's a short update on my first few days back. It really is good to be home.