I’ve been on the road a lot lately and I’m headed out again later this week for a
work-trip, and as is usually the case before I hit the road, I’m feeling a bit unsettled because it means I have to deviate from my normal, predictable interactions with food.
While traveling is completely doable for a food addict, it does take some extra effort and planning. Specifically, I need to figure out what food I can pack in my suitcase and take with me; what food I can buy when I get where I’m going; and where I’ll be eating for the couple of meals that I’ll likely need to eat out.
During a recent trip to D.C. I was able visit my friend Dana, who graciously gave me full-range of her kitchen during my weekend stay with her. The morning I arrived, I went to the Whole Foods around the corner from her house, grocery-list in hand, and bought the food I would need for the next five days of eating. I went back to her house and prepared everything like I would if I were at home. It worked out perfectly. I had all the food I needed while I stayed with Dana, and when I was ready to pack up and depart for the second leg of my trip, I took my prepared food with me. Thanks to a call before arriving in town, I was able to secure access to a mini-fridge and a microwave in my hotel room. All my pre-planning, and an understanding and supportive friend made this an “easy” trip in terms of food, but not all trips are as easy. For example, this week I’ll only be on the road for three days—one day traveling, one day at my destination, and another day traveling home—so it’s not as long a trip, but it’s slightly more challenging because I won’t have the use of a friend’s kitchen. Thankfully, there are several food items I can pack, I can shop for an item or two when I arrive at my hotel, and the rest of the items will come from the restaurant in my hotel. It ain’t all neat and pretty, like this Type-A girl likes it, but it’s totally doable. It has to be because my old way of traveling was almost always one long binge from the minute I left my house to the minute I arrived at my destination. For me there was nothing better than a long lay over because that meant time for eating and buying items to take on the plane with me. I used to love airport food, no surprise since most of it is either sugar or flour based. Have you ever tried to find healthy food in an airport? It’s not easy.
Back in the old days, before recovery, I would wander around the terminal and gorge myself on whatever my favorite food items were at the time. Never mind that one of my most humiliating days ever came while traveling for work. Weighing nearly 350 pounds, I was sitting near the gate, minding my business, waiting for my plane, when an airport employee came up to me and informed me that I would need to purchase another seat because I was, “too large for one seat.” I nearly burst into tears right there, but instead I saved my hurt and humiliation until I got where I was going (and until I was alone, of course) and had one hell of a horrible binge. It’s sad to think that even this type of humiliation wasn’t enough to stop this addict from eating more.
Writing that story, here, now, nearly ten years later still brings tears to my eyes, but at the end of the day it’s a good reminder of why a little extra planning around my food before traveling pays off. It certainly beats having to ask the flight attendant before every flight for a seat-belt extender, or worse yet, having to buy two airplane seats. Today, even if it is a little unsettling, I take comfort in knowing that there’s a better way to travel and that way is abstinently—no flour, no sugar.