I’m going to be traveling with J quite a bit this month (which I realize I am very fortunate to be able to do).  I made plans to exercise daily in hotel gyms, to share meals, to choose moderation over indulgence, etc.  So far, the only plan I’ve followed through on is sharing meals.  Those meals, however, have been carb-laden, sugar-filled indulgences.  One after another.  Yesterday I had a milkshake after lunch and then ate (half of) a huge piece of cheesecake while sitting in bed last night.  Not good.

Moderation, moderation, moderation.  Going to have to chant today.

I seriously don’t know how J lost weight while traveling so much.  He apparently developed some skills that I’ve yet to figure out.  I’m ok while in my comfort zone, but take me out of it and apparently I lose control.  You’d think I’d want to work out and eat my normal stuff since I feel like crap each day, but I swear I’m having to work up motivation to walk down a flight of stairs to make it to the gym.  I have never had a gym so accessible, yet I’m hesitant to go.  I don’t know what my effin’ problem is.

I didn’t bring my food journal (which has turned out to be a BIG mistake), so I’ve decided that I’m going to commit to posting each day with some info about my food choices and exercise.  I’ve got to do something to stay accountable.

J is thinking about posting some, too, so I may turn this into a collab of sorts.  I’m thinking about making a challenge for the two of us:  who can make it through this month with the least amount of damage?   (Between now and Jan 1 we’re going to ATL for a family visit, Toronto for a work thing and NYC for a vacation.  I’m scared.)

Breakfast: Yogurt, Banana, Coffee
Lunch: Wendy’s – Chicken Nuggets Kids Meal w/Mandarin Oranges, Water, Coffee
Dinner: F&H – Club Sandwich w/Fries, 1/2 Spinach Salad, Water
Right Now – More Coffee
Way too much junk, but better than yesterday.

Exercise: Hour of cardio (40 minutes on treadmill, 20 minutes on bike). I was going to do 20 minutes each on the treadmill, bike & elliptical, but the 2 elliptical’s turned out to be rusted pieces of shit. I feel fantastic now, of course.

We brought the dog this time and I just spent 20 minutes trying to get a photo booth picture. I’m living a wild & crazy life over here: