Why is it so hard to eat right when you're traveling?

What is it about travel that has all your good intentions go right out the window (and flop around on I-40 until a truck runs over it).

So we've been on a road trip, a work trip, a funeral trip, a "everything piled on at once" 12 day epic journey, six of which were spent driving 900 miles a day.

I started out with the best of intentions. I ate salads at every travel center fast food place we stopped. I got the light dressing. I drank water.

But somewhere around Alabama my resolve went out the window. I was on a road trip, dammit. That means I can eat an Arby's roast beef sandwich with my salad if I want to.

So now we're home and trying to settle back into normal life. I'm scared to weigh myself. But I guess I'll have to.

Tomorrow.

One small good thing is that I went grocery shopping today, our first day home, and I bought loads of veggies again. And I chopped them up again. I'm so proud of me. The fridge is filled with lots of lovely appetizing veggies all conveniently washed and chopped and ready to eat.

I'm gonna do this thing, dangit.