Glutton For Punishment

I take three kinds of vacations:

1. Super healthy vacations.  On these vacations I'm hiking all day and being really physical; on these trips, I usually have to eat whatever is available and it's usually healthy.
2. Semi-healthy vacations.  This is your relaxing beach vacation variety.  Here of course, I'm tempted to drink margaritas all day and eat and eat (especially if we're talking about an all-inclusive!); but I keep myself in check for the most part because I am stuffing myself into a bathing suit daily.
3. Trips like the one I just took.  Spring in Minnesota means no coat, but still jeans and long sleeves covering my flesh, so I can eat to my heart's desire.  Which I did.  All week.  Including the 13 hours there and back, during which I filled up on dark chocolate M&Ms and Bugles.

All the eating was awesome.  And I was able to justify a few calories at least by the ultra-shopping that took place all day, every day.  But not ALL the calories.  Not by a long shot.  This week I'm paying for my gluttony in three specific ways:

1. Yesterday I had my first spin class since before Christmas.  Today I am in a world of hurt. 
2. Tomorrow I have a bridesmaid dress fitting.  You'd think I would have learned my lesson after December's dress debacle.  (you can read about that here).
3. Thursday I have a doctor's appointment.  And you know those sadistic nurses are going to weigh me.

So there you have it.  My week of constant eating being thrown in my face three times this week.  Not even counting the times I have to grab another pair of jeans because the first pair doesn't fit.  But you know what?  Still totally worth it.

Maybe I'll start living off granola bars.  Then, when you least expect it?  I'll strike like a cobra!