So far on my vacation, food has been the enemy. For some reason, I can't stop eating. I did great yesterday up until Charlotte. The plane was delayed due to a storm, so all the way to Phoenix, my boyfriend and I were stressing about dinner options and making our next flight. Luckily, we made the flight, but we had to get dinner on the plane. I made a good choice (I assume), a cobb salad with a fourth of a cup of apple juice. I also filled up my water bottle every chance I got. However, the stress of the plane killed me. I downed an entire box of Starbursts on the last flight.

This morning, we decided to go get breakfast, and I got chicken tenders, fries, and orange juice. For lunch, I ate a cheeseburger on wheat bread with lemonade to drink. I have barely gotten in a cup of water, and it's already 2pm! I'm bloated. I'm exhausted. I'm feeling defeated. I don't want to do my Body Rock. With no structure, I don't feel like myself. I'm treating this vacation like it's a vacation from my healthier lifestyle.

The only positives from this vacation so far:
- I've slept well.
- We took a campus tour of the university where my dad works (lots of walking).
- I made myself open a bottle of water.

I know this is vacation, and I should just relax, but I've worked so hard to get this far, and I am angry at myself for allowing it to go out the window. Sorry for the crappy blog. I just needed to talk.