Flight 012: Garbage In, Garbage Out

There are few things more sad than eating Taco Bell at midnight with your coworker in the lobby of a nondescript motel in the suburbs of Seattle.

This was supposed to be a longer post about nutrition but I think the above says it all. Well, that and the consumption of 3 bacon cheeseburgers in 2 days.

I've decided to get my health back on track though. I've been trying to play tennis consistently for the last few months, and I think I'm going to bite the bullet and join a gym as well! My sister just joined one so hopefully it will be good motivation to have a workout buddy.

I feel like I've been running around nonstop all weekend trying to do everything and I just hit a wall sometime between last night and this morning. I woke up in the middle of the night with a painful sore throat and couldn't fall back asleep for a couple hours because it was so uncomfortable. I suppose this is what I deserve for treating my body so poorly. My main priorities for this week are now to catch on sleep, vitamins, and nothing else.

As of now, I have nowhere to travel this week! I'm scared to say it too loudly for fear of jinxing myself. It's pretty damn exciting though, especially when I'm already feeling under the weather. There's nothing more I want than to come home every night to my own apartment.

A sad thing happened tonight. My one and a half year-old nephew was looking at the magazine I was flipping through and saw a picture of a plane. He pointed to it and said my name. I guess that's how he thinks of me, the aunt who's never around because she's always on a plane! To top it off, his dad told me that he saw a picture of my Blackberry Curve in a magazine and said my name too! Depressing.