Travel can be fun … or at least I seem to remember that it can be.

Unfortunately it has a way of destroying my plans of eating healthy. I know others manage to eat right and even work out and all that crap when they travel … but these are people who are already in the habit of doing so. People, I’m not someone who eats healthy. I can be … I was once … but I’m not now. I had a solid week last week (and saw measurable results thanks to it), but one week of constant and conscience will power does not a reformed man make.

So here I am on a business trip where a) there are business dinners at places with great food and b) I’m traveling with someone who is not so concerned about eating healthy as I am (and I don’t blame him … just makes it harder for me).

So this week has probably already (and it’s only Wednesday) undone all the good work done last week. This morning for example the guy who is down here with me from Chicago suggests stopping at McDs for breakfast …

I CANNOT resist McDs breakfast. The only thing that stops me from getting a breakfast burrito every single day is the fact that I’m too lazy to go get one. But when chauffeured directly to the golden arches before 10:30am … there is ZERO chance of my leaving without at least a Sausage McMuffin with Egg sandwich!

I’ll get back to eating right again naturally … but its too bad I’ve wasted a week. It seems every time I start one of these efforts something happens in week 2 (before I’ve had time to actually change habits … when painful will power is still needed) that sends it all to hell.

These sorts of things … often go awry