Ugggggggggggggh. I just finished an ooey-gooey grilled cheese sandwich AND chee-tos and I am hating myself. Why, why, whhhhhyyyyy???
Here's why (or my excuses anyway): I landed in Wenatchee at midnight last night (after a horrendous flight), arrived at my hotel only to discover that there were no rooms left, drove to the other hotel, unpacked, and fell into bed at 2:00am. I awoke at 7:15 (did I mention that I'm an 8-9 hour a night kind of gal?), did NOT work out, drove through the Starbuck's drive-thru to perk myself up with black coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Bad choice #1.
For lunch, the options were dressing-sopped salad and a grilled sandwich that included bacon. I ate half the sandwich, a bit of salad, and not enough water. Bad choice #2.
By 3:30, I was crashing. BIG TIME. So I popped a brownie in my mouth during a break. Mainly because everyone else was doing it and it was there. Bad choice #3.
Now I'm sitting at the airport-in the one and only restaurant-and before I even heard the words coming out of my mouth, I ordered said dinner and gulped it down in record-time while catching up on my email. Bad choice #4.
Ironically, my friend Libby posted a question on Facebook earlier today asking folks what their biggest food challenges were when it came to traveling and after sharing my thoughts, she asked me if the problems were more related to emotional eating or finding healthy choices. I try to blame it on lack of healthy choices but the truth of the matter is this: It's me. It's alllllll me. Today I am overly tired and when I'm tired, I fall prey to bad decisions. Four, in fact. Four bad decisions before 5:30pm. Combine my exhaustion with limited options, other people who seem to be enjoying it all without a care in the world, and you've got a disaster. (I mean I'VE got a disaster. You're probably fine.)
I am determined to kick this travel diet slip-up pattern. DETERMINED. Starting now. Now, now, now. (She said as she licked the cheese from her fingers.) I'm back to planning ahead, STOPPING TO THINK before I make a food purchase or decision, and remembering that it's OK to be hungry for awhile. For the love of God. It doesn't need to be so damn difficult.
On trips like these when I'm in four cities (and multiple airports) in four days, with no cooler, no time, wine offered on every flight, living out of a suitcase (quite literally) and no grocery, I struggle. 'Struggle' is putting it mildly--let's be honest. Clearly.
I love, love, looooove my job, I actually enjoy the travel (for the most part), and so I'm determined to figure this out. Tomorrow is a new day--actually RIGHT THIS MOMENT is a new day and so I'm--once again--putting it out there for the world (or the two of you who read this blog) to read so that I can make some changes. It's called accountability.
Hold me to it. Please. I'm enjoying the size tag on my pants right now and I do NOT intend to go back to where I once was. Nonononononononono.
Good-bye cheese. Good. Bye.