Drive, sleep, drive, repeat
When we deliver our current load around midnight, we will have driven over 5,800 miles in a bit more than six days. Ordinarily, I’d be begging off such madness, demanding a break from dispatch, but we’re trying to save up to get our own truck, and we’ll be needing every penny if we’re going to pull this off by October.
Lots of teams drive this many miles and more, on a regular basis. I don’t know how they do it. They must be better at sleeping while the truck is bouncing over our crummy roads than I am. And they must not mind never getting any time for some entertainment, like watching a movie, or reading blogs, or much of anything. After so many days of little to no entertainment, other than my audiobooks while driving, I’m seriously feeling the crunch.
Anyway, got a bit of time today while Hedon is driving and before I try to get some sleep, so I thought I’d bop on here and write this and reply to some comments. That’s pretty much it.
Oh, except I’m really proud of myself. Running this hard is usually the perfect excuse for me to eat at will. But not this time. I’ve stuck to the diet, not comforting myself with food. And that is a big accomplishment for me.
I was so terribly tempted yesterday. We had to stop to fuel at a Love’s truck stop, and they had a Carl’s Jr. and a Subway. I so wanted to get a big guacamole burger and fries from Carl’s Jr., or maybe that giant taco salad with the crispy, yummy fried shell if they had some Green Burrito stuff on their menu. I could imagine how happy it would make me to eat it. And I’d been working so hard. I deserved a reward.
I wound up getting my usual Fresh Fit Sub from Subway. I can’t say it made me happy to eat it, not right then anyway. Today I’m happy, though, because I didn’t give in. And that’s what I have to remember the next time temptation threatens to seduce me. And it will threaten. Often.
Every day, every meal, it’s a choice. I won’t always make the right one. When that happens, I’ve just got to be sure to make the right choice at the next meal. That’s always been the most difficult aspect of dieting for me. When I fall off the wagon, I decide “screw it” and spend the next few years in the gutter. I think the diabetes is going to make a difference in how I respond to failures.
In the meanwhile, I’m just happy I resisted that guacamole burger. Damn you, guacamole burger and your tasty goodness!!! Fiend! Bad, bad burger! Ohhhhhm. Yea though I walk through the valley of fast food, I shall fear no guac burger.