I don’t make smart food choices when I’m traveling. See yesterday’s post for exhibit A. I bought a custard-filled muffin and a cookie. And that was not an isolated incident. Now that I’m home (Ahem. I’m home now.), with access to a fridge and cabinets and a Wegman’s, all I want to eat is fruit. And vegetables. Salads and turkey sandwiches. This used to happen to me in the Navy, too, when I got back from being at sea for a stretch. Fresh food disappeared fast, and we didn’t get supplies all that often. I’d come home craving leafy green stuff. SO not normal for me. But it’ll be great if I can keep it up.
Keeping myself up today is something else. I’m not nearly as tired as I was the last time I had to get up at 3:30 for a 6am flight (and I’m pretty sure that’s due to getting close to seven hours of sleep last night), but I can feel sleepiness rolling in. I don’t think I have more than two hours left before I’m unconscious. Hopefully John will get home before then. Both so I can see him and so we can eat. I’m hungry and I’m pretty sure I missed lunch today. I had breakfast in Chicago while waiting for my connection (bagel, banana, iced vanilla chai – best drink ever), and that’s the last thing I remember eating. 8-ish. I’m gonna have an apple while I wait.