I hate traveling...

I don't mind the travel itself, but my body doesn't respond well to travel under the best of circumstances. I always end up constipated even if I *am* eating well, and I seldom do eat well on trips because the normal food options just aren't available. This morning for breakfast the options were blueberry muffins (which I love, but which aren't healthy -- white flour and fattening) and "little dogs" (mini-sausages inna bun, which I don't love but which I don't mind, and yet still aren't healthy -- very high fat, and white flour biscuits) and no hope of fiber anywhere. I did have a glass of skim milk -- Daniel's mother always thoughtfully buys skim for me, even though no one else in the house drinks it.

Yesterday morning I saw a scary 169 on the scale. I am sure I didn't actually gain three pounds; I only had about 2500 calories on Thursday, according to MyPyramid (which I don't entirely trust, but even so it was less than 3000) which is less than a pound and only about 500-700 calories more than I should be having. But I think the weight of the food itself was still in me. And from how I'm feeling now I suspect it's still in me! I can't weigh myself until we're home, so that means I have to live with that 169 for three straight days. That's good motivation for eating as well as I can over the weekend!

Yesterday I had my usual breakfast, and then for lunch we went to Wendy's. Wendy's salads aren't as good as McDonald's, but I ordered a BLT salad and avoided the B as much as possible (and the cheese, too). I did eat dressing but the whole packet was 120 calories and I didn't have the whole packet. There were no croutons, either. I had two graham crackers for a snack during the drive (after comparing them to the nutter butters -- one nutter butter is the same number of calories as four graham crackers) and I drank water. For dinner we had spaghetti (just ground beef in sauce -- no veggies, I'm afraid; Daniel and I always sneak in green peppers) and even though someone else served the plates I convinced myself (with myself kicking and screaming inside over this) that I do NOT have to eat everything I'm served, especially once I'm full! This is very hard for me to do -- I always clean my plate. I also ate half a roll (white again -- doesn't this family believe in whole grains?) and a small caesar salad.

Now we're off to the reunion -- I'll see if I can find healthy food among the fried chicken and bacon-cooked green beans!