You Shouldn't Buy Trail Mix Just To Eat The M&M’s

So tomorrow afternoon the husband, pup and I are leaving for a weekend camping trip; I’m very excited (and just a little bit nervous.) Nervous because see this can pretty much go two ways. Scenario one: We’ll stop at the grocery store on our way up and I’ll buy all kinds of fruits and veggies and healthy stuff for grilling and snacking. Combine that with a lot of beautiful scenic hiking and this weekend could shape up to be a cleverly-disguised-as-fun chance to burn some fat. Scenario two goes a little more like this: We stop at the grocery store and I lose my ever-loving mind and when the haze clears I find myself on a three-hour car ride with a few Family sized bags of chips, some Twinkies, and a sack full of more candy then you can shake a slim jim beef jerky stick at. (Scenario two is pretty much how all my vacations end up so you can understand why I’m a little nervous.) With all these crazy cravings I’ve been having lately, things are looking particularly uphill for me. I'm counting on the fact that weigh day is on Monday. I think the fear of throwing off those numbers might be enough to insulate me from doing too much damage. Arrgh! Ok, how many days has it been now since I’ve become a hungry, bitchy blogger? Oh well, this too shall pass. And hey, I guess we’ll see what happens come Monday!