(Or why I was at the gym at 5:13 Wednesday morning and expect to assiduously count calories for the remainder of this week.) It's hard to believe the Republican National Convention has been over for almost a week. Many of those who braved Tropical Storm Isaac to cover the coronation of GOP presidential nominee Mitt Romney are once again battling the elements (and countless talking heads) in Charlotte, N.C., even as we speak. Yours truly was spared the indignity of living out of a suitcase for two weeks in a row. Which is not to say I escaped Florida completely unscathed. As you can see from my exhaustive dining diary, covering the convention was no picnic. Most days, I failed to eat a single nutritionally balanced meal. And don’t even ask about my liver. (more…)
