Hotels

You know the problem with hotels and not being at home? The crappy food. I swear. I didn't any more often than when I was at home, and I hit the weak ass workout room a few times while I was gone. And I still put on a couple pounds. I tried to eat as good as possible, but when you're at a convention center and your choices are a sausage biscuit and some fatty muffin, you're screwed. Oh well. At least I had the pleasure of 2 hours on the trainer tonight.