We’ve got a long weekend here in the U.S. for Labor Day on Monday, and our family is taking advantage by heading East to my brother’s house in Grand Junction, Colorado. My dad has already driven north from Texas, and he’s there awaiting our arrival.
Travel, for me, has always been an excuse for crappy eating. There’s usually time to kill. There’s plenty of tasty (fried, sweet, etc.) food available in airports. There’s usually lots of stress — time pressure, worry about flight delays, concern about the boy’s well-being. It’s a recipe (har!) for diet disaster!
But, today, things are going to be better. Much better. It helps that I expect to have my hubby with me to help. (He just landed! Yay!) But I also feel like a switch has been flipped in my mind. Partly because of the daily feedback I’m now expected to submit. But also because some part of me is remembering what it’s like to eat less, and I’m recalling how it isn’t so terrible. In fact, it usually feels good. Just like exercise can feel really awesome. I think I’m ready.