I’ve been traveling for work. The week before last, I was in the Outer Banks (gorgeous, by the way) and this week, I’m in the mountains (again, gorgeous). It’s not bad, but it’s stressful, zig zagging my way across the state every other week. Last week, I was working close enough to home that I got to come home at night. That was nice. Right now, I’m living out of a suitcase in a hotel. I’m still learning how to do this efficiently – I pack too much underwear, not enough pants, and toiletries that I never end up using.

My biggest challenge so far has been eating healthy. This is a huge problem right now because I have a wedding dress I need to fit into in just over a month (it’s a month from tomorrow!) It’s also a problem because the ladies who work in the offices that I’m visiting tend to cook, and they cook like Paula Deen (they definitely don’t spare the sugar or butter). And they don’t believe in moderate portion sizes, and I was taught to clean my plate.

I went out the other week to buy myself a camp bowl and flatware, so I could eat leftovers and things I’d stocked in the hotel room fridge. Everything was going well, until I tried to figure out the “hobo tool” I bought. It’s made like a swiss army knife, with a fork on one half and a spoon on the other, and various other tools poking around in there. Well, I was trying to pull a tool out, and I discovered that there was a corkscrew. I found out because it stabbed the heck out of my thumb. I bled everywhere. It wouldn’t stop.

I ended up bleeding so much that I didn’t have time for lunch, and ended up wrapping my hand in hotel tissues so I wouldn’t drip on my clothes as I drove back to work.

I hope this week is better than that one.