Quick little win I need to put somewhere: 63 pounds down in about seven months, and this week I flew four legs without asking for a seatbelt extender. There was actually slack left over. I sat there like I'd solved a riddle.
The road life hasn't gotten easier, I've just gotten better at it. Hotel breakfast is usually sad eggs and a yogurt I stash in my bag for later. Airport terminals are a graveyard of cinnamon rolls and I now walk past them with only mild grieving. My routine: aisle seat, water bottle refilled after security, and a jerky stick in my backpack so I'm not making food decisions while hangry at 30,000 feet.
Sizes: went from a tight 22 to a 16, and my work blazer finally closes without me holding my breath through an entire meeting.
Anyone else feel like the airport is the final boss of this whole thing? What's your go-to terminal snack that doesn't wreck the day?