Some people get travel Anxiety when they think of flying. Not me, I normally love to travel and fly. Today though, I am anxious as I sit in JFK waiting to board my flight to Paris. I'm going for work and hitting Paris, Dublin and London before coming home in 6 days. It's going to be exhausting, it's going to be boring, and I'm scared to death about what I'll eat.
Right now I'm in the airport surrounded by delicious terrible for you food. This is normally my first favorite thing about travelling. Not today. I ate at home and I tried to pick up some healthy non perishable snacks (not easy).
I am no stranger to European travelling but my MO (due to being a crazy picky eater) was to have carbs...With a side of carbs. In the past it didn't matter b/c I didn't watch what I ate but more so the exercise involved with conquering a city burned it all off. Not this time. This time I'll be parked in a conference room. No miles of walking for me.
As if it wasn't already anxiety producing enough, I am up TWO Pounds this week. *Panic*. I also won't have my scale so no weighing myself for an entire week. This is going to go one of two ways. I'm either going to be so paranoid/unable to find anything to eat or I'm going to eat France out of Pain Au Chocolat and come home 20 lbs heavier.
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