3 days to go and I want to eat like a 12 year old on summer break. This morning I thought ice cream was an appropriate breakfast, until my trainer came in for a visit. Cheryl from Xcelerate Fitness came by to drop off a shirt for me to take. Now that she is following me she will realize she stopped me from actually eating the ice cream, I hurried to put it away as she pulled in. Back to just dreaming about the wonderful chocolate chip cookie dough I was about to devour.  (for now) I wish I was able to hold off on the Chinese food last night and the Chimichanga I had on Wednesday but we all have weaknesses.  What is it about stress that makes us crave bad foods?  I guess thats where the term comfort food came from.  I just hope with the stress of final packing and worrying about this 19,000 foot monster for 3 more days that Ice Cream is the worst decision I make.