Road trips are the bane of all male sales representatives who struggle with their weight. Married men are generally animals of routine. We settle into the life of home, but when we are on road trips, our routine is interrupted, drastically.
When you live in the "big city" and travel on sales trips in small town middle America, your choices shrink. So one has a tendency to go with the obvious choices, which is generally "bar food" -- anything fried, and of course there is homestyle cooking. Both are far from healthy. Fresh and simple food generally is not an option. Sure there are decent diners in small towns, but they serve you darn good home cooking: biscuits & gravy, meatloaf, country fried steak, hamburgers, fries, tator-tots, fried fish, green beans, mashed potatoes, country fried chicken, fried chicken, and salads that consist of iceberg lettuce.
Sounds dismal, huh. Well, sometimes there are moments of discovery like last week in when I found a BBQ joint that made a Smoked Chicken Caesar Salad with romaine -- glorious green, fresh romaine. And you can always find McDonald's which can work when you are in pinch and no lunch appointment. They have salads that are edible.
Yes, traveling can be a land mine because it is easy to give in. But you can choose grilled chicken sandwiches instead of open-faced beef sandwiches with gravy. And have slaw on the side instead of fries. There are grocery stores, too, and other fairly large towns that have great grocery stores that have fresh food and ready made meals for dinner.
As far as exercise goes, many large to medium towns have YMCA's and if you belong to one you can use one out of town for free. And the hotels of course have treadmills (gerbil machines). They sit in that little room down the end of the hall, all alone calling your name. They whisper "Come walk on me, run on me, sweat on me." Ha Ha. Think of it: Your wife will ask, "Are you having an affair on your trips? You always come back home so refreshed and smiling." And you can say in response, "I have indeed found my new love................it's.......a........treadmill."
One hour of treadmill this morning. And Panera yesterday for lunch and again for dinner--soup and salad both times.
Discipline is a choice. And focus is the name of the game.
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