So yeah. Remember how I said I was going to behave and eat at home more while on vacation, and blah, blah, blah? I fail.
I can absolutely tell a difference since I have been on vacation. I'm eating more fast food. Well, more food in general, actually. My clothes are still fitting, but I feel just...blah. I kinda feel like a giant grease ball. Actually what worries me is I'm getting over the giant grease ball feeling. That means my body is getting used to the crappy foods again. Oops. I have gotten in a few workouts though. Not as many as I'd planned, but some. I've done Turbo Jam twice, the stretch workout from P90X once, and I went to a martial arts class with my cousin. I was only able to do the warm up stuff with them becaues they were working on a specific demo for a show coming up, but DUDE. I definitely got a workout. I'm still sore! In other news, I discovered I do, in fact, have obliques, and they are mad at me now.
As much as I love my family, and love seeing my friends, I'm ready to be back at my own house with my husband. I miss him hardcore. I'm done vacationing without him!
In other news, my Christmas spirit is missing, too. As much as I hate that everything in my life goes back to that stupid miscarriage, it kind of does. Usually, the day after Thanksgiving, Christmas comes out. This year I was still angry and bitter and didn't feel like messing with anything. Then I left on vacation, and Christmas is like tomorrow or something. It kind of snuck up on me this year. I'm hoping that Christmas spirit kicks me in the face when I get back to Alaska. It's usually my favorite time of year, and I kind of feel cheated!