Too Cold for Cucumbers
We are left today for Indiana and will be gone for just over three weeks. While I love to travel I always get a little nervous about getting derailed from my healthy lifestyle. I’m visiting family and my sister and parents both have home gyms. My sister also belongs to a gym and mentioned getting me a pass. A friend let us borrow P90X, which I’ve wanted to try just to see what’s it’s all about. I’ve seen some pretty amazing results online. So I have some options and really won’t have an excuse not to exercise. It’s the food. Always the food. I know myself and I know I think of every excuse in the book to justify eating everything I want and then some. “I’m on vacation” is at the top of that list of excuses. But I’m going to be on vacation for just over three weeks. THREE WEEKS. That could do a lot of damage and to be honest, I haven’t been that strict the last two months so I’m already a few pounds above where I like to be and it’s amazing how a few pounds can affect the wearability of certain jeans.
So mentally I’ve been preparing. It’s a tradition for my husband and I to go to Bazebeaux pizza every time we visit but I’ll remind myself that a 3rd slice will taste just like the 1st and 2nd slices and a few spoonfuls of pesto should suffice instead of a cup full of pesto. One should think anyway. There is also a Long John Silvers in my town and I’ve been pretty honest about my love of the LJS. I know. I know. Probably one of the worst fast food places out there in terms of health but I’m human and I have my weakness. In the past, I’ve been know to go there a few times a week. That was then. This is now. I’m reminding myself that nothing taste as good as feeling light and fit. Right now at my desk that’s easy to say. Not so much when I’m staring at the bread basket on the center of the table. One of the struggles I face is that it’s COLD in Indiana and that makes eating some of my staple foods like salads and fresh fruit and veggies less appealing. When it’s cold I like hot comfort food. Whine.
0ff to a questionable start with a big icky chewy panini at the Burbank airport.
Things just got a bit better with a chicken salad from Bon Pain at Dallas Ft Worth where I’m writing from.
I refuse to let food control my life. I’m going to do my best to remember to stay sane but still have a good time. Besides who says “fun food” = “fun times”? Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell myself.
What do you eat when it’s cold? You certainly don’t make cool crisp salads and smoothies or do you?