This post comes from my lovely wife, Ellie, who apparently snuck a lot of the caramel chewy bars when no one was looking. Enjoy!
It's time for the annual trek to Cape Cod, and I am so excited to be spending this time with family and living it up the briny ocean air!
Just like the holidays, I look forward to vacations every year. And just like the holidays, I find ways to pack on some extra pounds, eat way more than I should, make excuses for lazying it up, and go home mad at myself. Once home and back into the swing of things, I usually don't step on the scale until I'm sure I've knocked off at least part of the new spare tire around my waist. And when I do assess the damage, I'm still amazed at how great I would be as a bear preparing to hibernate for the winter.
Unlike the holidays, vacations typically happen during the spring and summer—when it's warm out. So I really have no excuse for staying inside and sitting on my butt or for driving everywhere instead of biking or walking. And if we stay in a hotel, where there is usually a workout room and/or a pool, then I really am just doing myself a disservice! Being active on vacation doesn't have to detract from the experience; it can be a part of it! How about running along one of the lovely costal beaches on the Cape? Or playing ultimate frisbee on the flats of the bay when the tide is low? Unless you somehow lock yourself in your tent, it's practically impossible not to exercise while camping in Nickerson State Park. (And even if you did lock yourself in the tent, you probably have enough room to do some crunches.) Not exercising is a conscious choice—one that I am guilty of making in favor of sleeping in the hammock and then running to the car to grab those caramel chewy bars so I can eat two before anyone else remembers where they are.
But I have realized something. It's not that we regress when we are with family and act like we did when we were thirteen and could eat entire packages of Oreos and Fruit by the Foot (an Adirondack-camping staple). For me, it's the feeling that, while on vacation, "I deserve this." (I think we've all said this to ourselves at least once when trying to justify eating things that might not be very healthy.) I get into the mentality that I was so well behaved leading up to vacation and hey, I'm likely not going to be back on Cape Cod until next summer, so I might as well eat my heart out at Cobies. Stock up for the year, right?!