It took eight days, but I'm finally over jet lag. I feel asleep at 9:00 PM on Monday and slept straight through to 6:30 AM Tuesday. I woke refreshed and energetic. What a great feeling!
With my energy back, I went to the grocery store mid-day Tuesday. When I got home, I cooked up all the meat I bought. I roasted bone-in skin-on chicken breasts, poached boneless skinless chicken breasts, cooked a pound of bacon, and popped a pork roast in the slow cooker. Now we're set for a week of high-protein low-carb meals, which our diets need after two weeks in the land of pizza and pasta.
I'm sure I gained a few pounds despite averaging six miles of walking and 14 flights of stairs daily while in Italy. But I don't weigh myself anymore because the number on the scale can make or break my day, and I'm tired of that happening. I now gauge weight gain or loss by how my clothes fit. However, that's a bit confusing these days because I believe my body's changing due to my regular workouts.
Nevertheless, hubby and I both need to drop a few pounds before our annual family trip to Florida in July. We share a condo with my daughter and her family. I do some cooking, which helps keep things somewhat healthy. But it's hard to pass on the locally-made key lime pie and ice cream. Actually, it's hard for hubby not me. I don't really like ice cream and I'll be good with just a sliver of pie once or twice.
So I'm not too worried about gaining more weight while in Florida. But I am eager to get back to pre-Italy weight. I'm hoping a high-protein low-carb diet along with my regular three-days-a-week workouts gets me there by my 66 birthday in October if not sooner. Thinking positively!