It sure is a good feeling to be the one that figures out the impossible. When you’re at a client and you can walk out of there with that kind of feeling, you feel like you own the world. That is, until you realize you’re in a small town in the middle of nowhere and the only thing open is a Taco Bell. Then you realize you didn’t bother to eat lunch or dinner and you scarf down more food than you really should. That’s when you realize, sitting in your hotel room, that you haven’t worked out in months, your surfboard has run off with a boogie board (well that happened when you left it for the land of non-salty water) and you’re starting to put on a little extra weight. Suddenly all those late nights with the clients don’t seem nearly as fun as they did before and you wonder how long it’s going to take to get back to your old self…