I just got back from a trip to Utah for an academic conference. We were about 40 miles south of Salt Lake City in the Utah Valley. I loved the scenery. It was amazing to always be in view of these gorgeous mountains in the distance.
My body didn't love the desert air -- I was guzzling water constantly. I was happy that the campus we were on had water-bottle filling drinking fountains, so that I wasn't wasting money and plastic to stay hydrated. The conference food was fairly healthy -- not the usual food and coffee overload. In fact, maybe because we were in Utah, the conference coffee was mediocre and in short supply, so on the second day I went out and got a Venti coffee from Starbucks and an egg sandwich (since a Continental breakfast was planned, and I figured it would be all simple carbs).
I had rented a car for the trip, and since I had a little time between the end of the conference and the time I needed to drop the car off at the airport, a new friend and I went to see Temple Square on the way back to the airport. I loved the gardens.
I had a complicated trip back home. I got to the airport with plenty of time to get through security, get a salad with grilled chicken (instead of the incredible-smelling fried chicken that was right at my gate) to eat while I waited, and get on the plane. My plane to Denver was delayed, and after landing, we sat on the runway for almost an hour because there was a backup at the gates. I was obsessively checking my Flight Tracker app to see if I was going to make it out to Detroit. It looked like I would miss it for sure -- to the point where I didn't even rush to the gate, just walked there normally and stopped to use the restroom -- but it was delayed too and I managed to get in line just as it was boarding. The crew for that flight had been on my plane with me, apparently. I landed in Detroit after 2 a.m. on Wednesday, and then I had to wait for bags that never arrived, make a baggage claim, and drive home. By the time I got in bed, it was 4:15 a.m.
I slept most of yesterday and then went to my Weight Watchers meeting. I knew it wouldn't be a good week. I always retain water when flying, and with the late-late arrival that morning, and the fact that my food hadn't been totally on-point while I was away, I was happy just to maintain. I got my four-week keychain. I'm going to really focus on the Good Health Guidelines this week and work harder to stay in my points range.