what happens when i travel...

i am a walking ball of crazy, moreso than the usual level of crazy. the reason: my routine got screwed up.

i am one of those strange creatures of habit. the kind that gets up at the exact same time every day, has a very strict shower routine (shampoo, body wash, conditioner, face wash), feels late if she's at work later than 7:40 AM, and pretty much knows what's on the calendar for any given day. this week, however, i hit a huge snag, and it's thrown me totally off kilter.

the snag - i traveled for work. went to a conference in vegas for 3 days. stayed at caesar's palace. it was ridic.

big deal, i know. but somehow, it was enough to knock me out of alignment, and i'm having a hard time getting back to my schedule. not being on schedule stresses me out, which causes me not to pay attention to my snacking habits, and leads me on the dangerous chocolate path. today is the first day in a week that i feel semi in-control again, and i need to make sure i stay in control the rest of the week.