So I had my first weekend out of town since getting serious about my health last February. I was gone Friday and most of Saturday, so I weighed myself Saturday night.
Stayed the same. Yes!
I’ll admit I was nervous about eating everything out for a couple of days. It’s so easy to let old habits just slip right back in. I go to the Louisville KY Jack O’ Lantern Spectacular every year, and I wasn’t going to miss it this year due to Smartpoints.
It brought a question that I am asked over and over again to the forefront of my mind.
Do you really want to have to count points the rest of your life?
I mean do I seriously want to have to do this forever? This weekend was just a warm up for my big vacation to Vegas in a couple of weeks.
Yeah, Vegas. Land where the drinks flow and the food is plentiful and delicious. Land where you revert to a 22 year old as soon as your plane lands.
So as I was faced with a buffet Friday night and wanted to have some adult beverages I found myself feeling a little weary about the whole deal.
Why should I have to always worry about this?
Then I snapped the hell out of feeling sorry for myself when I remembered going to this same deal last year.
I mean I didn’t have to pack a bunch of meds because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep without major acid reflux. I mean it doesn’t even cross my mind anymore because it has completely went away. This is amazing since all the health care professionals wanted to just throw me on medicine and my dietary changes fixed it without giving more money to the evil bastards in the pharmaceutical business.
This particular event also has long lines and you have to stand forever and a day. Long walk from wherever you finally got to park – I mean it is really physical. Last year my legs were killing me before we even got to the Pumpkin part and I couldn’t wait to get it over with so that I could freakin’ sit down.
I could have spent hours looking at the pumpkins this year, and I did. Sitting down because my legs and knee were screaming at me didn’t even cross my mind. I slept like a rock and didn’t have a jacked up knee for days after like last year.
So do I want to count Smartpoints the rest of my life? Not really, but I’d much rather do that then miss out on experiences. When you factor in the trade off there really is no other option.