It's been a long travel day and I'm almost back to the prairie. My wanderlust has been satisfied for awhile and I'm ready to go home. If you've seen "Up in the Air", Vera Fermenga I'm not. She is an astute, organized, chic and savvy traveler. I'm the Un-Vera... clumsy, messy, ruffled, and unabashedly in awe of my surroundings. I don't fly often so I admit I still get a little excited about the experience.

Even as a minimal flyer, I have still managed to adopt a routine that, yes, I had to fiddle with as a "new" woman. Instead of Starbucks caramel mocha latte, and a ciminun crunch coffee cake I got a bottled water and .... wait for it... fruit. Instead of Garrett's popcorn, I got a low fat cone from McDonalds. Instead of a philly cheese steak (back in Philly) I grudgingly ordered soup and salad. I used the work out room (ok only once, but I used it!). And I did not buy once single candy bar the whole time. Does it feel good to make good choices? Not at the time I'm making them, that is for damn sure. But soon, a feeling of "yeah me" self-praise bubbles to the surface, and I feel like throwing my hat up in the air and singing "she's gonna make it after all".