…instead they fucked me up.
June 2nd is bank holiday in Italy. I took Thursday and Friday off, and bought a ticket, and planned to visit Boyfriend in France, for a long weekend of debauche (how shall I put it in English? Crap, let’s just say that sex was the main course on the weekend menu).
Instead, an emergency popped out at work, so this morning I left. I’m now in central Italy (east coast), no clue how long I’m gonna stay here (the possibilities range between 10 days and 3 months…).
I didn’t do too badly over the weekend: I was 125.6lbs this morning.
Even though last night, knowing I was leaving, Steve and I got drunk on beers, but before reaching drunkenness he coaxed me into eating French fries. I still stayed below 800kcals, and I hit the gym before going out.
However, while staying here, I’ll have to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with my colleagues. Every day. Possibly over weekends as well. Also, I won’t have a scale while I’m here.
This, my friends, is going to SUCK.
3 comments:
im sorry you didn't get laid, but well, you know how life goes. :/
xoxo, melissa
Feeling sorry for you. But, can't you just eat half of the meals? Whatever you can do as long as you don't eat too muck. Good luck, & may i ask. It's okay if you don't answear, haha... It's just that with your job you seem to travel. A LOT. Which is kinda my goal in the next 4 years haha. What's your job?
Well, I work in the Merger&Acquisition business. I do travel a lot. And honestly? it sucks big time.
When you're away, working hours range from 12 to 18 hours a day. The rest of the time you just stuff your face with food and sleep.
Most people I know who travel for work live the way I do. I'm starting to think the only exception may be politicians.
But hey, maybe I'm wrong!
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