Operation OBX

When I was little my family used to have a house in the Outer Banks, North Carolina. We went down every summer and I will forever cherish my memories from those weeks and weeks. This past September my mom and I went back there for the first time in 10 years. Just driving over the bridge with the windows down, taking in the smells, was like returning to a dream from my childhood. I love it there so much. Everything moves at a slower pace. If you walk around barefoot, no one looks twice. There are dogs EVERYWHERE. The air is just... cleaner. Every morning I sat on the beach with a book, listening to the ocean and watching dolphins swim past me. To me, it is a place of magic. I forgot how much I adored the Outer Banks, and decided I needed to go back. A lot.

This year, from June 26th-July 3rd, I am going back. One week of vacation surely will not be enough, but it's a start. That being said, I am writing all of this on a diet blog for a reason. DISASTER. Short and simple. Things have deteriorated since the fall in a spectacular fashion. I gained an embarrassing amount of weight, to the point where I'm not even comfortable telling anyone how much.

10 weeks. 70 days. And I am back in a bathing suit. Hence: Operation OBX. I have to get back to the point where I am not just comfortable, but proud. Winter is over - no more excuses.

After a few weeks of excessive partying and binge eating, I've eased back into the stop-being-a-pig process over the last few days. I've lost 6 pounds. Not by dieting per se, but just by eating better. That's sort of embarrasing in and of itself. 6 pounds just by not gorging myself? But what's done is done. And I can't go back, I can only go forward. And forward I shall go... into Operation OBX.