I live out of a suitcase most weeks, so my food plan is a rotating cast of grocery-store rotisserie chicken, protein shakes, and whatever the hotel lobby has left at 9 p.m. This morning the scale read 298.6.
That puts me in the 200s for the first time in my adult life, and I did a small, dignified fist pump next to the ice machine. Twenty-four months of this, and the weirdest win isn't the number - it's that I can now eyeball a hotel breakfast and build a plate that keeps me full until lunch.
For the frequent travelers here: what's your go-to no-kitchen dinner when the only options are a mini-fridge and a sad microwave?