My husband and I spent most of the weekend in Buffalo visiting my family. As always, I had a great time, but this post isn’t about the fun I had; it’s about what I did.
On the food-front, I was ridiculously terrible. I’m not exaggerating that, either: Every thing that I could have eaten, I ate. Every time I could have gone back for seconds, I did. I just ate, and ate, and ate: Pizza, banana bread, M&Ms (really?!), carrot cake, chocolate cream pie, ice cream cake (we celebrated three birthdays, and I ate some of each person’s cake…), macaroni salad, chex mix, and the list goes on. It’s not like I had a moderate amount of any of these things either – I went to town!
Obviously, this is bad. I always have a rough time of it food-wise when I visit my family, but usually I am better able to control myself. For some reason, this weekend I didn’t even try very hard to prevent the food coma – or feel very badly about it either… At least, not at the time.
There is some good news to report (thankfully) as well: I got a ton of physical activity in this weekend: I did Kung Fu, went for a run, and played frisbee golf, catch with the softball and hours of backyard volleyball. I’m sure I burned some serious calories after all that, but I’m unconvinced that it was enough to counteract all the calories I took in.
I’m heading back to Pittsburgh in the morning, which is good because it means returning to the predictability of my own home and food that is easy for me to control. I really love visiting my family, but let me tell you: It is so difficult for me to eat well when I’m up here that it’s a good thing I only visit for a few days at a time – and generally only every few months – or it could be a much more serious issue!
