Can't Go Home

...Or at least, can't stay too long.

You know that saying that goes, "you can never go back home again" or something like that? I don't know the original context in which it was said, but I think I'm starting to get what it means in my case.

I've been eating so much and so badly since Thursday that I feel like I've undone the meager progress that I've made the past three weeks working out and counting calories.  Of course, no one's making me eat the way my family does, but when I get around them I just lose my discipline. Hey, I'm spending time with family. I'll only be here for a short time. Why not just enjoy the moment and eat what I want, however much I want? Should be fine. But it's not fine. It seems like becoming reaccquainted with American food these past three weeks and being reimmersed in some of my family's unhealthy habits this weekend is setting me back. And that whole self-discipline thing of mine needs some work too.

I love the people I've got down here, but visiting has made clear to me how important it's going to be to find someplace to take root that's my own. Someplace where I can develop and maintain the kind of lifestyle I want without getting too comfortable or being too tempted to fall back onto old habits that don't serve me anymore. Now if only I could figure out where that place is...