Time doesn’t fly… and neither will I, apparently. Delta Airlines had a mechanical issue on my first plane today, for which I traveled 90 miles by car in the middle of the night, for a timely 4:30am airport check-in arrival. We were all seated and ready to take off; next thing you know, we are being asked to deplane and find another flight.
The next flight was seven hours later.
I have been sitting in the airport for two hours and I still have five hours to go. I am so tired and very hungry. I only brought enough snacks to get through lunch (when I should have been arriving home)… now, I won’t be home until almost midnight.
This will be a huuuuge challenge. The three hours of sleep I managed to get are all taunting me to lay down right here on the floor. My hunger demon is begging for pizza, and my brain is too mushy to immerse myself into work. The universe is really testing me today, as if it’s saying, “You thought being at your parents’ house was tough? Hold my beer!”
Mmmm… beer. I miss beer. And even though it’s only 8:30am, I’ve been up for six-and-a-half hours, so it actually doesn’t sound bad right now.
I guess I’ll peruse the airport to find some suitable grub, and maybe get in a few steps on my Apple Watch.
Freshii to the Rescue
Freshii! You beautiful life-saver, you! In the middle of the grease pit food court is a little green gem with Whole30 options! Oh, bless you, Freshii! I was dreading having to live off snacks until midnight. Instead, your menu revealed a “Metaboost Salad” from which I only had to ask that they remove the cheese and edamame! And your chicken is boiled! No oil! And your dressing is compliant! Oh, how I love thee in Terminal A! Thank you thank you thank you!
Fast-forward a few hours (I slept for most of it. On the table. In the food court.), and my second plane was delayed by a little girl cracking her head open in the waiting area. We finally boarded 45 min later.
I get to my layover destination, where the same family with the little girl demands to see another medic before boarding the next leg (of course they’re on my flight); another 20 min delay. I guess one medic before the first flight wasn’t sufficient?
I finally get to my seat, upgraded to first class, and I’m sitting next to a jittery old man who appears to have Tourette’s or some other affliction, which is causing him to convulse, snort, and gargle his own snot every 30 seconds. Hellloooo noise-canceling headphones, thank you very much!
I’m 500 Calories under my target and haven’t had a warm meal all day, so I hope first class is serving something that’s at least partially Whole30-friendly. Otherwise, I’m going to drink tons of water and look forward to hubby making me some scrambled eggs and turkey sausage when I finally get home… around midnight.
Hubby said it’s snowing at home, so the 22 mile drive from the airport in the middle of the night should prove interesting.
I nearly lost my shit when the captain of my third airplane of the day got on the intercom and said, “Folks, we have an issue with the lavatory, so we are going to be a little delayed…”
All I could think was RUFKM?!?!
It was only a ten minute delay… thank goodness.
Delta had a chicken Niçoise salad! Hooray! They also served bread and cheesecake, which took way too much willpower to ignore…. but, I did. I gave the farewell wave to the cheesecake as I dismissed my tray.
My Food Today
All meals from 2am PT through 11:30pm ET totaled 1897 Calories
- B: Rx Bar, Nick’s Sticks
- L: Freshii Chicken Metaboboost Salad, Mixed Nuts
- D: Chicken Niçoise Salad, Mixed Nuts
- S: Dried Mango, Nick’s Sticks
Now, I’m finally home. Goodnight.