I didn't speak Spanish like a local.
Even though my first two goals didn't pan out, it was still an incredible week of rest, renewal, and time with family. (First on my agenda was a hug from my mom. Long overdue, and just what I needed.)
But on the diabetes side of things . . . my body loves the heat.
- I didn't get that 3:30pm craving for chocolate because I was too busy in chillin' in the pool.
- The heat enabled my body to use insulin way more efficiently - if I was high I didn't stay there long, and I used less insulin all 'round.
- I was more physically active than I am at my desk job - but only slightly.
- Stress took a major vacation.
When we tested out a new mattress, I didn't realize how bad the old one was when we slept on the new one. I knew that the new one felt great - but it was only when we had to go back to the old one temporarily that I realized how bad the old one really was. Waking up sore and tossing and turning all night was our normal.It was the same with vacation.
Hot dang, the weather was beautiful, the only decisions there were deciding "pool or hammock?" and the goal of each evening was to listen to the waves crashing against the beach, and feel the breeze off the bay. I didn't look at a screen (tv, computer, or otherwise) for a whole week. It. was. amazing.
What I realized on re-entry back home was that I have been living in a pretty high-strung pattern. As soon as we landed, I was biting my nails, thinking about work responsibilities, my to-do list, and real-life. Only after getting home after this totally relaxing vacation did I realize the crazy amount of stress that I had allowed myself to expect as "normal".
But as much as I would love to "live on vacation" my money tree orchard has not produced any fruit.
What I have determined is that I need to limit how stressed I get about things that don't require as much attention as I give them. (Lesson: Urgent = family emergency. Not urgent = being down to my last Baby Ruth candy bar).
Near the end of our vacation we still hadn't realized the dream of going whale watching, and planning was proving to be a challenge without a phone or easily accessible internet. My mom wisely said "I don't want to spend to much time striving to make this happen. If it doesn't happen in one phone call, it's not worth the stress."
She knew what striving or trying to force something to happen does - it sucks the 'vacate' out of vacation and replaces it with 'action'.
Here's to a mini-vacation every day (5 minutes would do). And giving my body the rest it needs to deal with life's realities.