In February when the rest of my family was dealing with the wrath of the 2013 Blizzard, I was here:
And every flight was sold out.
On the flight from Florida, the guys next to me were talking nutrition. Running. Dropping calories. Pounds.
My face had to be fifty shades of red.
I said something about running, mentioned my previous success in running and the kid (okay, he could buy a beer) tells me to get back on the wagon.
And stop drinking Dr Pepper.
Fast forward to today. I’m flying out to Vegas for a work conference. It’s been almost 18 weeks since I started making changes to my eating and exercise habits. One of the standards I’ve used to motivate myself is, “When you fly, will you be comfortable?”
Today, we shall see.
Not that I’m done with losing if I am comfortable, but more as validation and vindication of the work I’ve committed.
I want to travel internationally. Jay and I have plans to visit Scotland in a couple of years. That means multiple hours on a cramped plane seat.
This girl would like to be comfortable.
And I am!!!
Here’s to conquering some demons at 30,000 feet.