Traveller Lessons

I'm enjoying my trip, really, I am. It's just that seeing so many pix of myself has made me feel more self-conscious than I normally do. Basically, lots of self-esteem issues, mainly low. I need to just let go. I think not working out regularly and feeling a bit bloated and eating A LOT of bread are not helping me any. I know, you're going to remind me about all the walking I've been doing, but I don't think it's as much as when we were in DC and Paris.

On the positive side, I have not been snacking very much and the serving size in Europe is smaller than in America, and the food is less processed (good riddance, high-fructose corn syrup!). I try to say to myself a mantra given to me by my WeightWatchers leader: I can trust myself around food on my sabbatical.

Moving = Suck

Yeah, I know. It's been said many times before. In fact, according to my husband, "Man, moving sucks. I guess I say it every time we move, but it's true." And, it is.

In fact, packing up for this trip seemed even more sucky than just plain moving. Usually, everything gets put in a box, then put in a truck, then into the new place with some things being thrown out or given away. This time, maybe half of the stuff got boxed and the rest got thrown out or given away. And that was a lot of stuff. I never knew how much crap we had until we had to deal with it all. I really don't know why it seemed to be so much harder than just plain moving.

But now it's done. Everything is somewhere. And the stuff we decided to keep will remain locked up for the next 12 months.