So I just got back from a week-long trip to Australia, where I had a wonderful time. Ostensibly it was a business trip -- my client (a medical communications company) paid for just about all of it -- but I only worked for 8 hours (!) and had the rest of the week to myself in Sydney and Melbourne. I guess we're living off the fat of the pharma industry.
I had every intention to stay on plan during the trip, but that resolution fell apart when I got to the hotel in Melbourne, which had the most spectacular breakfast buffet I had ever seen, and when the team invited me to these uber-gourmet restaurants where the food and wine were flowing freely.
I figure I probably gained three real pounds. The good news is that I went right back on plan yesterday, my first day back home. I knew it was crucial for me to do this as vacations have completely derailed me in the past. I think I've got this. I know I've got this.
At the same time, I wish I could learn how to eat more reasonably under such circumstances. Or do I? I'm not sure.
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