I don’t think I have ever eaten normally while traveling. It’s difficult, of course, but I don’t even try. Yesterday, we got up at 5:30, got to the airport at 6:30, and bad coffee and a stale, crunchy croissant near the gate for breakfast. Lunch was too much Italian food during our Chicago layover because we knew we’d land in New York too late for dinner so we figured we’d eat a meal and a half mid-afternoon to cover both meals. Then we snacked because, well, we got hungry again. But it was all sucky food, pretty much.
We could make the attempt. I could have had a banana at breakfast. I could have had a salad at lunch. I could try harder and do that on our way home in a few days. Right now, though, I don’t want to do that. I want to go the other way. My plan is to have nothing but chocolate (or at least nothing but dessert-type food) when we travel back. I don’t think it would make me feel worse, and it has a decent chance of making me feel better.