Planes, Shuttle Busses, and Automobiles
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday started when the alarm went off at 2:45 am. Everything went well, the conference was OUTSTANDING. It was held in the new Cowboy stadium in Dallas, which impressed everyone but me because I'm not a sports fan. We got to have our breakout sessions in the Press Box and Media Room, and that WAS pretty impressive!
I did my best at lunch and will give myself a C+/B-. I ate the salad with no dressing. I ate the small roll with no butter. The entree was tillapia sauced with hollandaise, asparagus bundle on top of whipped, piped potatoes. I ate more potatoes than I should have and tried not to eat any more sauce than I had to, but come on -- short of dipping the fish in my water glass to wash it off, what could I do?
I ate one bite of the cherry tart, just enough not to make a big deal that I wasn't eating it.
But then I missed the 5:00 pm flight home! It was TOTALLY MY FAULT, it was a disaster with my coworker getting ON the flight while I was left in Dallas -- with the keys to the vehicle in Little Rock! I called TC and he dropped everything to drive to the airport to meet my coworker to take her home. (Sidebar: He is the greatest husband in the world and I OWE HIM BIG TIME!)
Back to me in Dallas: the 6:00 flight was filled, but I finally was able to get on the 7pm flight which didn't leave until.....9:15 pm! I had my snacks so I ate two homemade bran muffins and a fiber-one granola bar.
While driving home from the airport I wanted to stop for (a) a big mac or (b) a bottle of wine or (c) both.
But I gave myself a big Sparkpeople pep talk: YOU ARE NOT HUNGRY, YOU ARE RESPONDING TO STRESS WITH EMOTIONAL EATING/DRINKING. YOU ARE A GROWNUP. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GIVE IN TO EVERY RANDOM THOUGHT THAT PASSES THROUGH YOUR HEAD.
And I didn't.
I got home about midnight. My 18-hour day became a 21-hour day, but all's well and I'm proud that I didn't use a stressful event as a justification to blow my plan. Even if that was a 1,000 calorie lunch I still ate within my range.
I'm very proud of myself and giving myself LOTS OF CREDIT (although still beating myself up for missing the *A#&%$*# plane!)