Is it me or is it twice as hard to commit to a diet...cough, I mean a better way of eating when your away from home. Just shy of a week and I feel the scales tipping and my pants getting tighter. Four weeks from home has me vexed with vision of added poundage.
I could walk the aisle of the farmers market all the while knowing there are four pints of ice cream in the freezer where I'm staying. Switching homes in the next day or so will only create a different- yummy- problem. (Smile...thinking of my moms food and Egg Mc E's. made by my dad.)
Working out seems so anti-social. How's that for a good excuse. Either way, I'm a master of denial and a glutton for punishment. Someone pass me a cupcake...I mean a carrot.