The past few weeks, I have been completely thrown out of my routine. No macro tracking, no gym ritual... but, for once, also no guilt. This is huge for me, considering The past few years, I’ve spent meticulously tracking food, weight, water, calories, gym time, etc., and feeling level 1000 stress if I didn’t hit everything and/or if I didn’t see results. Two years ago, I spent 10 days in Europe and the only thing I remember about it was stressing about irregular food and gym time because it was 6 weeks before my competition.
The last 18 days, however, I enjoyed French toast every day in Bora Bora, sushi and sake in Japan, and food from basically every continent while in Singapore. My gym routine became swimming with sharks, exploring the alleys of Harajuku, and walking around the Grand Prix Formula One track. I came home and immediately ate nachos, because... I soooo missed Mexican food, and unapologetically got my jet lagged ass back on track the next morning.
Weighed in today a pound lighter than when I left. Maybe it’s water fluctuation, maybe it’s Maybelline, but it reinforced that sometimes letting go just a little will do a body, mind, and spirit some good.
Bora Bora, French Polynesia