Travel Eating is Bad For the Soul

Hey Gals! I'm back from my half week in the Savannah (but really, not-so-close) area. I didn't make it down to the fried food eatery a.k.a Paula Deen's Restaurant. Nobody wanted to drive the 40 minutes. Canyabelievethat? Me, either. I'll be making another trip to Savannah sometime in the near'ish future. I'm not at all religious, but I can say this: I'm soooo grateful for being in Augusta and not in Hinesville, GA at that education center. I think we all get placed where we're supposed to for a reason or season, and I'm thrilled to pieces to be at my place. I really lucked out or somethin'. Something about me travelling means I'm going to eat in a craptacular fashion. CrApplebees was the closest restaurant to my hotel & I ate there twice. How can they manage NOT to have seasoning in pasta?!?! At least their dessert was good. Yes! I had dessert. A few times. I owe my body some water and walking. Repeat. Another thing I learned this week is that I'm good at networking & I can quickly move up the career ladder as an Army civilian if I put forth a wee bit of effort. There are some interesting places on my horizon, I think. It's been a few days since I've heard from Mr. Emotional. Might I be set free from the Too-In-To-Me Fella? I sorta hope so. We're not good for each other. Too strong = me. Too un-strong for me = him.

Celebrations:
= Great training at Ft. Stewart
= Music
= Good people (Thank Yall)

Objectives:
*  Keep a closer eye on what I put in my body
*  Search (again) for a dentist
*  Schedule a massage
*  Smile

Cheers!