Determined To Succeed

My friends, good morning.

It’s been a whirlwind last couple of days to be sure. Remember when I told you I lost out on a contest opportunity, and how I was having a sort of down day because of it? Well, my luck turned around and I am now in the contest and a participant in the conference surrounding it. So, as you read this, I will be winging my way to Atlanta, Georgia.- home of greens, grits and wonderful southern fried chicken (God help me).

Yesterday, Saturday, I didn’t do all that well with eating to be honest. I was in the process of getting ready for my trip and I indulged in – wait for it – Beef Fried Rice and a couple of egg rolls, washed down by some diet orange pop (soda). For dinner (which I had late because I was sooooo full from lunch) I had a meatball sandwich from Wawa (which, believe me, is very good).

Now this would be the point in the blog where I would say “grrrrrrr,” and kind of slap myself around a bit feeling guilty and mad for the food I consumed. Well, not today. Today, as part of the new Zen me, I am taking a deep breath and being cool about it. Do I know I shouldn’t have eaten a large beef fried rice, egg rolls and several glasses of (yummy) orange pop? Of course. But will I get right back up and eat healthier today and the rest of my stay in Atlanta? Yes. Definitively, yes.

That is not to say, however, I won’t be having a sample of southern cuisine. I do want some of the afore-mentioned grits (with butter and salt is best) and good greens (with hot sauce sprinkled in – yum). The fried chicken on the other hand I might leave alone. After all, a leg leads to a wing. A wing leads to a breast. A breast leads to a thigh and before I know it I’ve eaten a whole half fried chicken (which I’ve done before at my fave friend chicken joints in Chicago, Harold’s Chicken).

And, please know I am taking my workout clothes with me on my trip so I can get up early before each day’s seminars, workshops and speeches to hit the gym to do some elliptical and/or treadmill, free weights and, hopefully, the steam room. Fat and calories don’t take days off and neither will I. And I will report all the culinary treats I try while in a city I’ve never been to before.

My first temptations, though, lie not with southern food in Atlanta but with hot dogs in Chicago. Yeah, I have to fly into Chicago to connect to Atlanta and you all know what that means…

…tasty, tempting and delicious Chicago-style hot dogs.

Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. Wish me luck.