Airplane travel is just another day for me. With the majority of my family in New Mexico and Montana, I spend a fair amount of time traveling. I also had the "opportunity" to travel a lot for work. I know everything I want and need to make my trips comfortable. And I also realize there is no point in flipping out and yelling at someone. So when I arrived at DCA to find a very long line and I only had 1.5 hours until my flight, I waited patiently. It was a combination of computers being down and apparently people missing flights or something. Something that required you to talk to a person. At 6:15 I was pulled out of line and to the next kiosk to check in. Off to security I went where I was also plucked because of my 7 am flight. So Ill admit to kind of being an asshole. I knew my flight was already delayed by 40 minutes but I was starving and extremely uncomfortable from the surgery I had a week ago. All I wanted to do was eat so I could take a pain pill. So through the line I went, got my breakfast bagel and one more to go. As I knew with the delay I might have a short layover in Chicago and couldn't risk not eating. 3.5 hours after my scheduled departure and 1 hour after my connections departure, I left DC. Upon arriving in Chicago I realized why I had never flown through there on my way to Montana, only one connection all day. I was rebooked on a 6:50 to Denver. Lucky me got to spend 7 hours in O'Hare. 2 more airport meals and nap later, I was on a 777 on my way to Denver. I felt a bit sick when I landed. Knowing I was dehydrated, I opted for a salty soup, lots of water and a gatorade. I also knew that eating out of airports all day was going to be rough on my usually clean eating. My stepmom has been a saint for me since my surgery (she always is but she was exceptionally amazing) and introduced me to aloe juice. Since my dad was flying into Montana the next day, I asked her to put aloe juice in his bag (google the uses of aloe juice, you'll get it). Apparently the food wasn't quite enough to settle my stomach for the pain med's or the turbulence was just a little too much for my 4th flight of the day and I yaked about 20 minutes into the flight. I haven't done that since I drank too many beers with my boss one time before a flight. 22 hours after I woke up that day I finally landed in Missoula, MT. It was easier coming back from Spain than it was getting to Montana. And all I really wanted was bed. Apparently I needed it more than I thought, slept a solid 12 hours without trouble.
12 hours since waking up, a few meals, lots of water and a little aloe juice later. I feel back to my self. I know I eat pretty clean but its a reality check when I hit an airport and try and find something tolerable, more or less a full days meals at an airport. Traveling can be tough on a body and diet, even for someone who is quite used to it.
12 hours since waking up, a few meals, lots of water and a little aloe juice later. I feel back to my self. I know I eat pretty clean but its a reality check when I hit an airport and try and find something tolerable, more or less a full days meals at an airport. Traveling can be tough on a body and diet, even for someone who is quite used to it.
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