We we're travelling the other day and realized just how hard it is to stick to a meal plan while on the road.
It's not just the fact that we we're finishing up the phase 1 of south beach, it's a little tougher to follow any plan when you're on the road. Your routine is messed up, your focus is distracted, and you usually just don't have as much time to prepare as you would like.
We we're up in Canada and the usual far of fast food confronted us at nearly every turn.
Sometimes it's just the way it goes. We had stopped upon entering Canada to pick up some travel money, and I had a big case of the munchies.
The kids are non stop eating machines, and so even though it's easy to say "bring your own food and prepare" in reality convenience sometimes wins. I was strong, went ahead and got a burger and tossed out the bun and salvaged what I could. But it was still tough.
None of this is really new — but take it from us, we know Phase 1 is tough. Stick with it — you have company in your solitude!
he first hiccup would occur in mid afternoon when I would become overwhelmed with a kind of fatigue that no amount of coffee or diet soda could overcome. When my fog finally cleared and it was time to make dinner, another snag appeared – my kids turned into tattling, slapping, hair-pulling, screaming and crying monsters. Many evenings I would dive headlong into a glass of wine while the meth amphetamine-driven romper-room ensued. After dinner, all was calm on the suburban front until the evening news when my husband would help himself to a huge midnight snack that rivaled dinner. These nightly meals disturbed his sleep, digestion, and at times his disposition.
