It's a no-no

Never weigh the morning after a vacation!  Why, why, why did I do it?  Why did I step onto the scales?  But more to the point, why did I eat all of those M&M's and corn nuts, wheat thins and ginger snaps, gummy bears and nuts?  Woe is me!

David and I have been traveling in Rachel's little Honda for the past week.  When we started a week ago saturday we were looking at a messy drive over Donner's pass and freezing rain over Nevada to Utah.  We made it in fine shape and enjoyed a nice couple of days visiting.

  Grandpa Olsen had his 82nd birthday.  We ate with David's siblings, ate with Grpa and Grma Packard, ate with Katie and Dave, Diana and Dan, and ate and ate.  On the sly, I finished up all of our left over junk from the crossing and then went to Walmart and stocked up again.  What was I thinking?

We drove down through the corner of Arizona and across New Mexico.  And I thought Nevada was desolate!  The highlight of New Mexico was a Burger King that was on the cutting edge of fast food.  They had apple fries and SUPER-SIZED shakes with straws that had to be 1/2 inch across.  And yes, we ate.

In Texas, the land of deep-fried everything, we ate.  Of course, we saw Rachel and Lane and Jane and had a nice visit with Lael and her cute family.  I have to say that one of the most delicious things on the trip were the hugs of her sweet children.  The hardest thing were the goodbye hugs from Rachel and Lane and Jane's little wave.

Now, we are back.  I have to be hard core and make amends for my eating transgressions.  I went on a walk this morning but found myself singing "On the Good Ship Lollipop". (That was a song that Shirley Temple sang 75 years ago.)  For heaven's sake, even my subconscious is conspiring against me.

I am the captain of my own ship.  Right?  I can make good choices.  Right?  Someone out there who loves me, please compose a mantra for me.  I can't seem to phrase one.  My brain is full of sugar.