Posted by: Sara S. | November 25, 2009

She’s leavin’ (leavin’) on that midday plane to Florida

Tommy and I leave today for a four-day vacation in Florida. You’re right when you say that it’s not a traditional Thanksgiving, because there will be sand instead of snow and lobster instead of turkey. And I really do mean that last part. I will be grilling steak and lobster tails for Thanksgiving because who the hell wants to cook a turkey when it’s 75 degrees out and there are better things to do like lounge by the pool? You see my point.

For as much as I love vacation, especially when it’s spent in Siesta Key, vacation is a pain in the ass for a dieter. You don’t have your usual accoutrements—olive oil, protein powder, grated cheese. It’s impractical to buy these things when you’re only there for a few days. You must, instead, do as my mom always says: Go with the flow. And boy do I hate going with the f-ing flow.

It would be sad for me to declare defeat before setting foot on that plane, but I am fairly confident that I won’t be able to stick to the same eating regimen I’ve been following for the past week. A quick Google search of “dieting for travelers” tells me that a lot of people share this concern and there are plenty of books, blogs and articles to help. Well, that’s nice, but I don’t really give a hoot. I will find my own way! Pave my own path! Gain back my own 4 pounds! I’ll get to the beach to walk/run/hyperventilate as much as I can, and I will just have to find some healthy prepared foods like rotisserie chicken from the grocery store (I dream about the crispy skin on those things); or a salad instead of a burger at our favorite restaurant, Daiquiri Deck; or buy a bunch of cheap eggs and mixed vegetables and call it a day (or, I suppose, an omelet).

Vacation is vacation, and I feel I can let myself relax the dieting reins a little, but since I’m only 10 days in, I’m loath to go crazy and yell “Bring on the BUTTER!” …Oh how I miss butter. The holidays, vacation are no, are bound to be a tricky time; people always saying, “Oh, it’s the holidays, what crazy person tries to diet around the holidays?” Well, lady, probably the girl who’s having a hard time buttoning her pants. But those rugelach were delish, may I have another?

Still, if all else fails and I end up consuming every piece of fried food on the island, I’ll be comforted by the fact that I’ve burned off thousands of calories just thinking about being on an airborne death-bus for 3 hours. If fear of flying turns out to be good for something, I really hope it’s weight loss.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!


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