Weighing the distance between rest stops

I've got to leave for O'Hare airport in a couple hours to pick up my sister who is flying in from California for a week. It's about a two hour drive and I'm not looking forward to the traffic.

I've already been drinking plenty of water this morning. I know I'm going to have to be stopping on the way up to the airport. I think I know every rest stop and gas station in about a 200 mile radius. I remember getting caught in a traffic jam on the interstate once when I had to go. I was too lazy to stop when I had to go and then when I REALLY had to go...I couldn't. Believe me, that taught me a lesson....DON'T WAIT. I gave my purse and brief case a toss and made a mad dash for the restroom when I got to work.....whew..I made it.

So, with that in mind, I am already planning my strategy to getting in the airport comfortable. I have to giggle to myself when I think about these golden years. In my younger years, I remember worrying about such things as....will my car make it from point A to point B without breaking down....do I have enough gas to get there...do I have enough money to make it back home. Now, I have a good car and enough money to get from point A to point B, but I have to worry about finding a restroom between the two points. My husband just shakes his head everytime I tell him "Potty break."...and says "Again?"

I'm going to put off getting on the scale until tomorrow. No need putting myself in a bad mood first thing in the morning. I just know I've gained. (Sighs) Calories in....calories out....geesh I just can't seem to get that through my head. It sure am making this weight loss a tough road to hoe.