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I think that makes me heroic. Almost saintly.

So we are now on our virtually full flight – because apparently lots of people like to get up in the middle of the night to fly – and I am looking around and, as luck would have it, the ONLY person on this plane that is a big enough jerk-off to recline his seat all the way back is…wait for it…seated right in front of me.

And he bounces like a basketball, too. Lovely.

So I have a grown man who is not nearly as well behaved as the 6-year-old seated in my row whose head is head in my lap and bouncing all willy-nilly.

I fully expect him to tip me for the lap dance before we land on this cross-country flight.

The WiFi on the plane is great but, since my tray table is stuffed up under my chin because Bouncy McBouncerson has to cram his seat into my personal space, I am regretting the decision to buy the 15″ MacBook Pro.

I hate this guy. So. Much. I hope his connecting flight is canceled and he’s stuck in ATL for days.

And that really speaks to the depth of my hatred because I really appreciate that the Atlanta airport is its own circle of hell.

So I am trying to stay focused on easing back into the WW plan over the rest of today and tomorrow. I had a candy bar for breakfast. So, I guess that’s a big old fail so far. But I think that when you are in an airport with very limited food options in the predawn hours, the choices you make should not be held against you.

Plus, it was a Three Musketeers bar and that has 45 percent less fat than most of its calorie-laden colleagues.

I am practically a hero again.