Boy oh boy. Traveling and eating well are NOT a good mix.
What were my goals?
Eat salads, avoid pancakes, share with the hubby, avoid Dessert Gallery.
How’d I do?
I ate one salad. I shared one meal with the hubby–it was the only time I had pancakes.
But I followed up that shared meal with a piece of Chocolate Cheesecake.
We were eating at a place with the word ‘pie’ in the name. I couldn’t help myself.
But chocolate cheesecake for breakfast–bad, bad choice.
Low moment: Not sure if it was the chocolate cheesecake, or the BBQ we brought friends for lunch, but my tummy said FUCK YOU. And it said it in the car. So I made friends with a gas station bathroom. And it was one of those ones where you have to ask for the key, so they totally knew I was in there for a long time. EMBARASSING.
Achievement: I met with the BFF, and we didn’t just eat. We walked around the park with the kiddo. A train ride was even involved. But I was more excited that we walked enough to make her FitBit vibrate and scare the shit out of her.
Goals for this week: Gladly, gladly cook at home. That’s one thing about eating 9 meals out in a row. I really want to eat home cooked plants now.
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I feel your pain. I’m on week 2 of staying in a hotel with only a minibar fridge. But last night I didn’t finish the crust of my chicken pot pie, and today I bought the minimum amount of fudge from that candy store (only 1/4 pound!), so I think I’m good.
Stay strong sister! Show that fudge who’s boss.