I bumped into a l friend last week. “I haven’t seen you for a while”, she commented.
“I’ve been on holiday”, I replied. “I came back a couple of days ago”.
“That explains it”, she said.
“Explains what”, I queried.
“Why you look so relaxed and tanned. You’ve also lost weight, that dress really suits you”. We talked for a few minutes and then parted company. Later that evening I recounted some of the discussion to my husband, including the bit about me having lost weight.
“Lost weight”, he repeated perplexed. “I don’t mean to disappoint you”, he said, “but you have actually gained weight”.
“Oh”, I said, before quickly continuing, “I’m not that bothered. I’ll lose it when I return to my normal routine.”
Thinking about it later, it made perfect sense that I’d gained weight rather than lost weight on holiday. Each day, I’d consumed a full breakfast, a 2 course lunch, afternoon tea (cake/scones) followed by a 2 or 3 course evening meal. Normally, I’d have 2 slices of toast for breakfast, a sandwich/soup/porridge for lunch and a single course evening meal plus the odd small snack.
I did venture into the hotel gym on 5 occasions during my holiday (first time in years). However, even this was below my normal 6-8 fortnightly visits to my local gym. Taking everything into account, it made perfect sense that I’d gained weight, rather than lost it.
Interestingly, my friend (I’m sure she was being genuine) looked at me, thought I looked good and mentally invoked the unofficial, but very real and predominantly female formula that goes something like this.
Looking good = thin or thinner + (other less important factors).