One word….
Carbo-freakin-hydrates!
Lord help me going to an Italian restaurant and sitting at the bar. Lord help me for ordering the pesto pasta AFTER i’d had a delicious fizzy sweet drink called an Orange Crush. Lord help me for eating the little loaf of bread and the butter. Lord help me for being the youngest least jaded looking thing there and every darn old man buying me a drink. Weakness.:….I cannot turn down a drink. I drag myself to the treadmill at 9am (which is huge for me!!!!) and don’t look at the cookies in the cafeteria (also huge!) but….a night on the town, alone in a big city for a night, right across the street from my hotel, darnit, I probably put on 20 pounds last night. ha. god and now it’s back to the airport, I’m glad to be getting back to salt lake to get back into the swing of things.
Goal: I’d like to get better at making good choices when I’m travellin. Because I do try but I don’t try too well and I don’t think i go about it the right way. Arrrg!!!!