Uh, yeah. Two thousand miles. Thirty hours. Three people. One bed. The journey starts today.
Sparkling conversationalist, eternal optimist, easy on the eyes. That's my Deana Bean.
So, here she is, our wanna be trucker, with her brand new trucker cap (a gift from me, for her first OTR journey) and she's never eaten at an Arby's. Whaatttt? Arby's is a national chain; how can she have never been there? We're not even talking truck stop food. We haven't even touched on biscuits and gravy, bottom of the pot coffee or my personal favorite, chicken fried steak.
With all the stress of packing her house, giving away things that she couldn't fit in her bins and arranging all the plans for the move, she claims to have lost five pounds; which on me would mean my earring got loose, but on her, it drops a pant size. I assured her we'd have those five pounds back on by San Antonio. She's fighting me hard, but today she gave in to chicken fingers and a few curly fries, so I think we're well on our way.
Did I mention she's a personal trainer? Uh, yeah. And a quasi-dietician? Yep. Do you know what it's like to have a oat bran eating, two Skittles per serving, non-latte drinking, fit person sitting next to two truckers? I think you can imagine.
I mean, I'm totally cute and all, but when you're ordering the double cheeseburger at Wendy's and she's ordering the side salad with fat free dressing, it sort of puts a different spin on making good choices. So it looks like she'll be gaining back her five pounds plus a smidge and I'll be losing five pounds by just mirroring her eating habits. Wow, I might have to take her along more often.
As I said; let the adventure begin.