I didn't mean to go away and leave you alone like that. I really didn't. But in the crazy way that work has, cause work is just a bitch sometimes, I was called upon to drop everything and go to Alabama. Not Mobile, or Birmingham. Cullman. Otherwise known as middle-of-nowhere north Alabama. The food choices in this town were not inspiring. Not at all. It was all fast food. All of it. There were one or two restaurants where you could acquire some fresh veggies or a sandwich or salad. Mostly, I lived on Zaxby's Zalads. They are pretty tasty, and huge. I could get one for lunch and eat the rest for dinner. Now, when I travel for work, it's usually for more than a few days. I was there for 2 weeks. I was staying at a monastery, which was beautiful and the monks were awesome and welcoming. But they make this really good bread there. With raisins and cinnamon. I ate a piece with butter, every day, for 2 weeks. Needless to say, the great progress I made with EvilTrainer was erased by too much monk's bread and soda and not enough walks around the monastery.
Now that I am finally home, thank the gods, I am finding it tough to get back into the swing of things. This maybe because school is starting next week and I'm a little stressed trying to get the kitchen back up to par. But I do have a training session on Monday, so that should jerk a knot in my tail. And I'm going back to Weight Watchers this Saturday, even though it will pain me to see what I gained. I totally already know what I gained, my pants told me last week, but hearing the words out loud is different.
I hate it alot. I worked so hard just to get where I was, and then poof! 2 weeks in Alabama and it's back to the line of scrimmage, with a 5 lb penalty for being a pig.
