This past weekend was my reunion weekend. I flew to Chicago without my husband and daughters and met up with friends from high school. Looking my best for the weekend had been helping to motivate me since early January. I'd planned to eat badly, and I did: burger, pizza, Mexican, pastries, etc. three days, no problem. Then I flew home, but I felt physically lousy from lack of sleep and migraines. Monday, as I would expect, it was hard to start eating normally. Tuesday, we had a 7am flight to California. On the plane, my three year old demonstrated that she wasn't over the stomach bug she had while I was in Chicago. And Wednesday, Eleanor and I followed suite. Now, 24 hours later, I am better than I was, but I can barely eat. And once I can eat again, I am in California with my husband's family who eats out 1-2 times DAILY. I've dealt with it before and will this time too. But I've been doing so well. I really don't want to loose momentum. At least P90x DVDs and bands travel well. When I was feeling better this morning, I did Yesterday, I managed Back and Biceps before I got sick. I shouldn't complain. It's 70+ degrees and sunny. Ben's aunt and uncle warmed up their pool, and we've taken the girls in both days. Today we went to the playground on the beach. (At least bathroom runs seem to concentrate in the evenings and overnight.). I just wish I didn't have to eat while I was here. Restaurant eating is for the birds.