Here's a tip for any of you thinking about visiting The Last Frontier:
Do not underestimate driving times. There is no such thing as a fifteen-minute drive from town to town. That distance is measured in hours.
Some of you good folks out there have the intestinal fortitude to go a good four or five hours without a stop of any kind. Not true for yours truly. I have a small bladder and a penchant for Diet Coke. Also, I was traveling with five kids. It stands to reason that we were going to stop quite a bit.
Mistake #1: Consuming either Diet Coke or coffee most of the time I was in AK. It's been proven that caffeine stimulates appetite...so I would drink, then I would want to eat. Bad.
Mistake #2: Relying on gas station food more often than I should have. Because I was imbibing ridiculous amounts of caffeine, I was eating...I've already said that. But...what I was eating? Crap. Junk. High-carb stuff. I was making bad choices, for sure. I do remember a stop in Healy where I purchased a string cheese stick, a hard boiled egg, and beef jerky - that might have been the healthiest I ate during all the driving.
When it came to regularly scheduled meals, I did fine. Sort of. Probably too much fat and protein, truth be known. But better than refined and processed, right? Maybe.
Anyway, now I'm home. Both my husband and I stepped on the bathroom scale after an eleven-day hiatus...and it is definitely time to get back on track! For whatever reason, I did not partake in my usual morning cup of coffee, nor did I consume any Diet Coke until well into the afternoon. But guess what? From eight o'clock a.m., when I ate my oatmeal, to noonish when I ate lunch with the kids, I felt no hunger whatsoever...no raving desire to consume food. I must try the experiment again tomorrow.
So, the prodigal daughter returns to her kitchen. I'm probably going to start back up reading my Julia Child; however, I've got a new project brewing (besides the no-storebought bread challenge), and it involves the Glycemic Index.
Happy week all!