I need a vacation from my vacation

Blech. For a week straight between Nashville and Chicago and Ross and my family, it seemed as though one meal flowed right into the next. It was all delicious and the wine was even more delicious, but here's some perspective on how much I really consumed... I bought this fabulous pair of black slacks for the GRAMMY board meeting and they were quite loose in the store. Fast foward to the meeting and they were TIGHT. And it wasn't like I was eating crap food all day everday, but I don't eat 3 regular meals a day. I kinda just graze and have one regular meal and the rest are snacks. This was 3 real (and delicious) meals a day at restauraunts. And I got one run in, thanks to the lack of cooperation from mother nature.

And then the Office Gods stuck me down my firstday back. It always seems that when I get back from wandering off plan, it always gets delayed a day or two for some reason. I showed up at work and of course we had a fabulous catered breakfast with all the trimmings: eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy and hasbrowns and fruit. I did a good job of just not going near it (I had already had my breakfast smoothie) and staying busy until someone nominated me to wrap it all up at the end. It was hard, but I set aside a plate of fruit and a little scrambled egg.

But then it was someone's birthday. And they brought in cake.

Yeah, I had a piece.

And then there was a movie with popcorn.

I know, it's really not bad, but it was still kinda disheartening because I so wanted everything to be back to normal. I just wanted to eat my food prepared in my kitchen.

But yesterday was good and today is going well and so it is- back to normal. I haven't been running and haven't even tried to convince myself to do so. I was overtraining and my body was definitely trying to tell me to slow it down so I will be taking it easy for a bit.
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Chicago was good. My over-zealous uncle was on his best behavior and we all got along very well. It's funny how much easier time I have with people when things are going my way- fabulous boyfriend, great body, glamorous internship... I'm sure that has just as much to do with my approach to the world as the world's perception of me. It was a good time, nonetheless.

I came home to an empty house- my crazy roommates are at this Quaker commune thing for the week and Ross flew out on Wednesday morning.... I have that awful lonely feeling I had when I first got here. I had gotten used to being with my own and Ross being in town just spoiled me so I miss him all over again.