I made the decision on my recent honeymoon that while traveling, I was not going stick strictly to my way of eating.  It is not every day that we go on vacation, and I intended to enjoy myself.

Being in San Diego meant that ordering burgers low carb, or without a bun was not difficult, and I received no strange looks asking for veggies over fries.  Mealtimes were not a real issue, and I felt pretty good about my meal choice overall.

The part that killed me was the desserts.  Being in a larger city means gourmet ice cream and desserts around every corner.

I love dessert.  I love ice cream so very much.  It is a huge weakness for me.

Over the past year, I have developed the ability to pass over the Ben and Jerry’s when it is offered.  Once home, I will make myself some sugar-free chocolate mousse and convince my brain that is all that I need.

It is not a perfect solution, but it has been working for me.

While traveling, there was no low-carb sugar-free alternative waiting for me.

And I am weak.

And did I mention how much I LOVE dessert?

So I gave in.

I gave in to frozen yogurt with some toppings.

I gave in to a hand-scooped gourmet ice cream in the stinking adorable little cones that came in a flight (I did leave some of the cones, though I’m pretty sure the damage was already done).

I gave in to the most amazing, warm, gooey brownie topped with ice cream and candy that I have ever tasted.

I gave in over and over and over.

In addition to the sweets, I also drank lots and lots of diet soda, as the specific brand that I drink at home, the one that does not affect your glycemic index and does not contain sugar, was not available.

I told myself not to feel bad, that we were walking over five miles every day, that we were on vacation, and that once back home I would snap back to the low carb, low sugar life.

Except that is so much easier said than done.

Returning home, a day late due to flight issues, being overly tired, and jumping right into the employee/mom/busy role lead to so many poor choices, even back home.

We had Mexican food on Wednesday evening, and before I realized it, I was partaking in the free warm and salty chips.  I stopped and bought some candy on the way home to curb my sweet tooth after all that salty food.

Cookies were delivered to my office on Friday morning, and I really wish I could say that I had ONE.

We went to the movies on Friday night, and my logic stated that since I had already blown it with the cookies, I might as well add some popcorn and candy to that list.  Since it’s a movie, don’t forget the large diet soda.

I could feel the spiral I was in.

I took Saturday and Sunday to do a short, forced sweets detox of sorts.

I drank only water.  I ate only the lowest of carb foods I could find.

I basically had to rededicate myself to the entire process.

I do not regret partaking in the delicious foods over the time we were away.  Now I just have to get serious about the foods I will be eating here.

*In all honesty, I gained about seven pounds while away, even with walking over five miles a day.  I cannot imagine what it would be had we not been so active.  I am not planning to keep that number and am watching it go slowly back down since then.