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Long live the streak

I have the ultimate test coming up; I'm three quarters of the way through this book on creating and keeping habits and I'm pretty confident I have a good grasp on this (this particular habit being avoiding grains and sugar altogether) and I have a press trip for work this week. It's not just difficult to turn down what you're being served on a work trip; it's rather rude. You're there to experience the area, and that includes their customs and what they're known for. So if you're visiting the bread and beer capital, guess what?

So I don't plan on staying on this awesome cold turkey streak while traveling, because it isn't realistic, but I can still decline eating desserts with every meal, and--here's the toughest part--get up early enough to get a workout in. I've packed a handful of gym clothes on every trip since I was probably 16 and I can count on one hand how many times I've used them while traveling. There's something about a hotel bed after a day of travel that sucks the life and motivation right out of me, but it's another thing I need to become a habit, despite my surroundings.  I'm partially using this blog to hold myself accountable. I doubt I'll be able to update from the road, because the schedule on these trips is nonstop and exhausting, but I will update when I'm home on how well I stuck to my guns. My wannabe habits are in no way habits yet and are therefore super fragile. But I'm so proud (I think impressed is more accurate) with my progress so far that I hate the idea of starting from square one again next week. I'm impressed that these suggestions for implementing change are working as well as they're supposed to. My willpower has been, for as long as I can remember, nonexistent. Suddenly I can talk myself into realizing passing on something isn't the end of the world.

But there will always be press trips. There will always be holidays and vacations. There will always be junk to eat at the office. The entire month of December is a parade of chocolate and sugar.

An arguably more important habit to develop: define a time to blog so that by the time I get around to it, I'm not so exhausted that all I can think about doing is regurgitating this damn book and droning on about eating habits. I must have something more interesting to say...

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