Coming Home
Within minutes of leaving metro Chicago, I found myself rummaging in the food bag to find cheese and crackers, trail mix, dark chocolate, an apple, you name it.
When I got tired of something or it was gone, I moved on to something else, never feeling full.
I reconfirmed just how far it is across Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. Despite the spirited conversation with my traveling companions, the miles seemed to pass most quickly when I was chewing on something.
I had the back seat to myself when I wasn’t driving. That’s where all the food was. I kept trying to offer food to those up front, but they were much more sensible.
Tomorrow it’s back to business as usual and perhaps a trip to the gym. The eating frenzy is over until the next road trip.
posted by Barbara at 12:25 AM
5 Comments:
I feel the same way about Nebraska, you have to keep eating to convince yourself that time has passed. It's like driving in a comatic state. Glad to know you're home and all is right with the world!
Welcome home. Glad to read a mention of chocolate ;)
Kellyann -- I can only imagine it's a long way across Nebraska.
Pauline -- Yes, chocolate! I won't even say how many squares I ate yesterday.
Welcome home, Barbara!! I bet Jake is very happy to see you (oh, and David, too! Hee hee.)
F.
A prime example of how eating can help pass time -- the need to eat in the car! (This is also why people often eat at their desks at work! I used coffee breaks to mark off segments of my day, and they really added structure!)
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