My parents have been going to Marco Island, Fla., for more than 25 years, but on this year’s trip they did something they’ve never done before: They took along the bathroom scale.
At first my mom thought it was a silly suggestion. Who wants to fret about their weight when they’re on vacation? But my dad insisted, as a way of monitoring his progress in our Wells Weighs In competition. Relentless as usual, he reported in with a progress report nearly every single morning during his beach walk.
A few days into the trip, though, Mom admitted she was glad they’d brought the scale along.
“I worry about my weight all the time anyway,” she said. “It’s not like I don’t think about it just because we’re on vacation.”
This way, she at least knew how she was doing. And because she knew she hadn’ gained any weight — in fact, she’d dropped a bit thanks to daily walks and not going out to eat every night like they do most years — she felt confident enough to weigh in at Weight Watchers both weeks they were there.
By that second week, she was down 3 ½ pounds — a pretty impressive vacation accomplishment.
The scale bounced back up a bit by the time they returned home, after a two-day drive with no exercise and a stop at my brother’s place, where they indulged a bit more than they did on their trip.
But unlike previous years where going to Florida has derailed Mom’s January weight-loss resolutions, this year she’s come back still on track. However she fares at this morning’s Weight Watchers meeting, I’m awfully proud of her.