Went on a cruise for 5 days, here's how it went
So, I went on a cruise with my family for 5 days, which was awesome and much needed (I have a job where I'm tied to my cell phone and e-mail almost constantly, so going somewhere I literally can't answer my phone was so refreshing). But I was really nervous about the food. Last time we went on a cruise, I was in my usual bad eating habits and overate, ridiculously.
This time? I did a whole lot better.
I wasn't perfect. I'm not going to lie, it was really difficult for me to be surrounded by food constantly, let alone food that I was no longer eating (but had emotional ties to, as ridiculous as that sounds).
But ladies, I made such better choices.
I planned ahead for our day-long Chichenitza tour - brought myself some Quest bars because they would be providing box lunches and I knew it wouldn't be Keto friendly.
Breakfast was easy - eggs, omelettes, various breakfast meats, and thankfully they had cream for coffee. CHECK.
I generally skipped lunch because I was so full from breakfast, but I would sneak in a small salad with ranch and protein on it if I was hungry.
All these good decisions! I barely recognized myself, and neither did my parents.
Dinner was the hardest. I made great decisions for my starter and entree (salad or shrimp to start, steak with steamed veggies usually for dinner), and always resisted the bread. But dessert was the hardest part. Thankfully I don't have much of a sweet tooth, and they usually had a cheese plate available so I'd get to participate in dessert with everyone else without going off keto. But one night, the seasickness had hit me bad, and all I wanted was some bread to ease my stomach. So I had some. And then dessert came, and they had apple pie, my dessert Achilles heel, so I ate it (not all of it, thankfully, but still). And this lead into a particularly non-keto day, where I snuck off and ate some fried rice and mashed potatoes at lunch. Basically, a bunch of BS excuses leading to a non-keto day.
And it was then I realized I was slipping back into a really bad place with food. Most embarrassingly, I snuck away to eat carbs. What. The. Fuck. This is the pre-keto bullshit I would pull - this was not what I thought I'd be doing on this vacation. Adding insult to injury, the carby foods I ate weren't even that good. I broke keto for nothing.
After getting over my shame, I recommitted to being better to myself. I stayed on track the rest of the trip. And now that I'm home I feel so much better - I'm back in my wheel house and am keto-ing like a damn champ.
So I guess the biggest takeaway for me was 1) I CAN stick to Keto on vacation. 2) I am still working out some emotional stuff with food. 3) BUT! I'm back on track. And that's something that would never have happened before keto and some serious self reflection about food spurred by keto.
tl;dr: I fucked up a bit on vacation, but I learned from it and am back on track!
Just had to share to people on this journey with me. Mostly to keep myself accountable/have some catharsis. But also to get your advice and experiences with travel. I'm going home for Thanksgiving and already have a plan (making my own desserts and sides) but travel to places without a kitchen is inevitable for me, and I want to be well-armed with keto tricks! Share your secrets, ladies :)
Edit for grammar.
Posted Nov 14, 2014, 8:32 PM UTC · edited
Oh man, I'm so glad you posted. I just went on a 7 day cruise with 4 foodie friends and my husband. Pre-cruise I stopped sticking to keto. I'd cheat every second or third day, but they were "small", even if they kicked me out of ketosis.
I didn't even try to be low carb on the cruise. I could easily eat 4 croissants in one sitting, plus the mashed potato side, plus the (incredible) fruit soup appetizers they had. While it all tasted great, the consequences were hell. I could barely fit into clothes that just a few months ago had been burlap-sack status on me. My ankles were swollen like I was a solid 40 years older than I am. I didn't get carb crashes because I don't remember actually feeling hungry the entire seven days of that damn vacation.
Husband and I have decided that will probably be the only cruise we ever take, thank goodness. In the future we're going to focus more on activity oriented vacations that don't revolve around eating. And I re-committed to myself that I'm allowed to say no to myself, even when I want something. Asking myself "What has it gotten me in the past?" is my new mantra; in the past, those croissants tasted great, but they made me bloated, puffy, feeling ashamed. I don't believe in the "it doesn't taste as good as skinny feels" but it sure doesn't taste good enough for me to stop striving to reach my goals.
I don't want my friends, who are making bad choices for their bodies, to die early. More than that, I don't want to die early with them.