Lately I feel as if I’ve got one wheel off the track. Every once in a while it touches down enough to keep me from careening wildly off into space, but mostly it’s bumping on and off making everything unsteady. I’m having trouble getting back into the completely steady and comfortable routine that I had before I went on vacation. Admittedly, things are only now starting to get back to normal. I came back sick and went immediately on a NYC pub crawl, then I got mostly better and the boyfriend got really sick, and then we had a weekend off but the following weekend his friend came up from NY and of course that means all three of us were on a mini vacation together. We all know how you behave when you’re on vacation. Maybe it’s just me? Am I the only one that believes vacation is a magical place where calories simply don’t exist? It’s like the zip code rule in dating (if you’re in a different zip code than it’s not cheating), well if you say you’re on vacation calories don’t matter.
Sounds right, doesn’t it?
Well my scale (and my ass) would beg to differ.