here it is, the thursday before the big trip...two days until we head out on a road trip across these great united states (or at least across a couple of them). 

we are driving to kentucky, from california.  then up to indiana and then back to california.  we are taking a full car-load, traveling in a party of 8.  This includes my two stepdaughters and a fiance, my three kids under 6, my husband and myself.  we are all going out to meet my husbands family for the first time (well my husband has met them before).  he had been estranged (courtesy of his ex-wife) from them for 20 years.  i found them on the internet last fall....and very soon afterwards this trip was planned.

so not only do i get to meet my inlaws, for the very first time, looking as i do.  but i am going to be on a road trip going through some of the most amazing bbq states known to man while doing it.  and i cant figure out a way to justify packing my scale (what do you mean honey, don't most people pack a scale when they go on family vacations?)

i worked sooo hard to meet my mini goal (which conveniently was set right before we left), but now i'm terrified i am going to come back 20 lbs heavier than i am right now, and i will have to fight through each and every single one of those lbs again. 

i know, the advice is, "just eat healthy and you will be fine."  but healthy is hard to do when everyone around you is chowing down on some of the most delcious looking bbq ribs in the entire world.  i just...i foresee a problem.  i guess there isnt much i can do about it, save not going into the restraunts (which, with my three little ones...isnt really an option).

sigh.  i think i would just feel so much better just knowing i would be able to weigh myself while i was gone.  that way i could reign in my desires easier, once i saw that number escalating.  or, i suppose, it could work in my favor....i could go a little easier on myself if it didnt jump as fast as i fear it will (which isnt bloody likely).

i still dont think my husband would understand.