Day Twenty-Five

1/21/2009

Who would have guessed that after twenty-five days, this would be my hardest day yet? I certainly did not see it coming. The morning was smooth until I got to the airport and found out the weather last night (big rain/wind/hail) had delayed all flights and mine wouldn't leave for another hour and a half. The ticket agent assured, "you will make your connecting flight though." Never a less true word spoken. Once I arrived in Denver, my flight sat on the tarmac for over and hour (at total capacity not one seat open) while we all sweated like sardines and in general had foul moods. Finally the engines were cut and the pilots predictions early on the tarmac were announced, "wind is to high to land in Tucson, go to gate B39 for customer service." So, I pack it up again and I am sitting at this moment after another hour in the customer service line waiting for a 7p flight back home. At that point I will have spent 15 hours in airports and won't be home until after 11p.
Back to my opening sentence-"hardest day". Must be the stress but I want to eat everything in sight! I was fairly proud and confident starting out the day by eating the guts of bell peppers, sausage, cheese and scrambled eggs out of my breakfast burrito and leaving behind the shell and the pile of potatoes. Mid afternoon I was already a little worn out with waiting for my layover but stuck religiously to my water and natural almond packets. Looking forward to lunch when I landed. Never to be and after the first delay I ate the guts out of a Philly cheese steak. At this point it is late afternoon/early evening and I have eaten my last natural almond packet and all my water and I am so stressed and tired all I can think of is how much I want some comfort food. I really am an addict. Eating carbs always gives me just a little cushion and feeling of calm as well as a little lethargy but at least calm! Oh yes, I forgot to mention the scene on the airplane when after waiting over an hour some poor woman on the plane evidently afflicted with Alzheimer's disease became so agitated and confused that she started screaming and crying and there was nothing her poor husband could due to comfort, cajole or beg her to sit down. He had to practically drag her off the plane. She kept saying, "all these poor people and no one will do anything for them, it's wrong!" I nearly started weeping with her and once off the plane saw her wandering aimlessly around the airport while her weary and bedraggled husband tried to monitor and convince her to stick with him. Wow.
Well, getting this all out has helped some and perhaps I will survive day twenty-five without cheating miserably. An early good night to you all since it will be very late by the time I arrive home and bed will be all that is on my mind at that point. Good night.