I was hoping to have lost the entire 3 pounds before leaving for our family vacation yesterday. We're spending a week at my parent's lakehouse in Tennesee. Even though I packed my blender, shakes, and diet food, I'm anticipating some extra weight coming on. I just know what happens when I go there. Lots of food. Lots of booze. It is what it is.
We left yesterday with a car full of stuff. Our clothes, my food, and some stuff my dad asked us to bring (boxes of home grown tomatoes, jars of homemade salsa, and a case of Westerhall rum). It's a 9 hour drive to their house and we were ready to get there. Especially me. I have really been looking forward to this get away. And, yes... the diet and potential weight gain has brought on some anxiety... overall, I'm excited and eager to be away for a few days.
We barely got out of Louisiana and into Mississippi before our car broke down. Yep. Broke down. We had just stopped in Picayune (MS) for some veggies. I had left mine in the fridge at home and was already starting to feel hungry. So, we ran in quick and grabbed some. When we got on the on ramp for the interstate, the car started acting funny. And, it eventually stopped running.
Now, here we are 90 minutes into our trip with a car full of stuff and my lap full of veggies. It's nearly 100 degrees out. And, we break down. Perfect.
After numerous attempts to determine what the problem is, my husband gives up. We call a tow truck and take it to a dealership. Thank goodness there was one just an exit away. Another great thing was my father was scheduled to drive to TN later that day. He was able to leave a little earlier than planned and picked us up. He also had a packed car and that was a little challenge, at first. But, we packed what we could in and left our car in Mississippi. And... got ourselves on hit the road again.
Let's just hope the dealer doesn't call with some really bad news. I was really hoping for a stress free vacation.