Hi everyone! I'm so sorry it's been this long since I posted! So- the holidays have come and gone. I wanted to be under 200 when I went home to Texas for the holidays and I got there! Yay! I just wanted to have made it through that rough spot. For whatever reason I seem to get stuck there every time. I get to 200 and flounder around for a bit and then go back up. So getting past it was really important to me. I got to 198. Yay! So then I went home. I made a 'plan' of how to handle being out of the norm for myself. I decided that I would buy the food I wanted to eat, cook it to have in the fridge and not really get out of my norm.

What I always forget, and maybe never noticed till I changed my habits, is how my family goes and goes till we drop. One errand is never really one errand, it's 2 or 5 or 10. Things just keep going till you can't go anymore. And then you stop and eat something. And I got into that mindset for the first few days. I was given the opportunity to take care of my newborn nephew for a couple days and jumped at the chance; was thrilled to do it! But that meant I couldn't cook my food till my 3rd day there. Kinda hard to keep to the plan when you throw yourself off the plan the first day!

Plus, my family doesn't have the same chocolate addiction as me. I always forget they have a shelf full of chocolate candies. They can take or leave it anytime. Not me! I want to eat it all! And right now, thank you very much. So I helped myself to much more than I should have every day. Not good.

Then there were the pecan pies, brownie cake, hazlenut cookies, pizzelles, pumpkin pie and fudge. YUM! And pizzelles are especially good when you have them with a piece of chocolate, in case you're interested. Again, downfall.

My family is especially supportive and they asked me before I got there if there was anything they could do to make the holidays work for me. The problem was that I didn't really know what I would need. I didn't realize until this trip how different my life is set up now. It was truly a shock to me that I am on such a different type of schedule than I used to be. Now I know that I need to have a day when I get there to get myself situated and get my food set up, and I need to tell them that I need to eat at certain intervals. I also just need to carry food with me when I go out with them to run errands or whatever we're doing.  My plan is far more developed now than it was before.  They were kind enough to ask if they should not cook the cookies they usually make to give to friends and family and have available at parties. I told them no, make them. And I would still tell them the same.  The cookies are traditional and nobody makes them as well as my sister.  I know people would be severely disappointed to not have them. I need to come up with a way to handle myself around them, something to keep me busy (I thought that, when we went to one of our favorite Tex-Mex restaurants, holding my nephew was a fantastic way to keep myself from eating the chips).

So, after all was said and done I decided not to weigh myself just yet.  I was going to wait a week. But I can tell you that with all I ate, I had more hot flashes than normal and they were more intense, my sleep was off, I got acne, and had some anxiety issues.   Gotta love sugar and wheat!

Author: Kelley Clements, Commit to Fit winner 2010