I fell off the diet wagon with a loud thump while vacationing at Disney last week. I'm back on track this week understanding that last week was only a small bump in the fitness road and that body composition is a long term journey for me. Healthy eating has returned to the menu and the palate is readjusting. The scale wasn't a wonderful experience this week but I got on it anyway.
On related news, I had issues even walking during my trip due to my injuries (prior to Monday's shot). The pain in my hip and knee altered my walking gait which caused my calf and hamstring to complain. Even so, we walked a lot. To get a sense of how much we walked, one day my daughter wore the Garmin 305 that she "stole" from me (I doubt I'll ever get it back now that she is into running) while we went to MGM. She turned it off after it already said we had 5 miles covered before lunch time knowing that MGM is the most compact park at Disney with the least amount of walking.
I did have a visual at Disney's Animal Kingdom that I'm using to motive me. It was a vacationing family on scooters, multiple scooters. Not one parent in a scooter but each had their own. Their only apparent handicap was fatness. What made this extra special is that the 300+ pound mom had the 200 pound 10 year old or so son asleep on her lap while she drove behind the husband . The husband's job seem to be shouting at the people walking to get out of the way since, after all, they were on scooters. The poor 13 year old or so daughter (who was only mildly overweight) was walking behind the caravan with a pout on her face (maybe because she couldn't ride or maybe because she couldn't understand why the rest of the family was - unfortunately I think it was the former). The only thing that could have made this worse was if the father was hitting the people in his way with a half eaten turkey leg so he could drop the hammer on the scooter and get it up to 4mph.
I realize that some people have legitimate need for a scooter but I never considered one even at my heaviest. Please do me a favor though. If you ever see me in one, please publicly flog me. Or tie me to the back of the scooter and drag me around an amusement park. Not a small one like MGM but one on the scale of EPCOT. Beat me about the head with a half eaten turkey leg if one is available or....you get the picture.
Hey, I get motivation from strange sources. It may not be politically correct but I don't care as long as it works.
Game back on.