Everything doesn't have to be Bigger in Texas...meaning me :)

Alright folks....here I sit on my last evening in Austin, Texas and I just ate dinner in my room. Dinner was a small meatball sandwich, and it was very 'interesting'. I honestly think that even the meatballs in Texas have a Tex-Mex flair to them.

This week has been fairly busy and the experience has been nice. I have had back to back meetings all day since Monday and they have all ended in a meal (lunch and/or dinner).

To any Texan reading this, I mean no offense, but it's fairly hard to eat spot-on program here in Texas (being on WW has been a little challenge but I have given it my best)

Most of the options that have been presented to me this week have been Tex-Mex or Texas BBQ. I have indulged a little bit to get the full 'taste' of Texas and it's been yummy. I really feel like I have kept things in check as much as I can. Oatmeal and fruit for breakfast every morning and a nice lighter-fare for lunch. Dinner has been heavier, but I made the best of it.

Hell, I even ran while I was here.

Yes, I think I can live this life. The scale doesn't always matter....it's the lifestyle change that counts.

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