When you’re on vacation, all bets are off. You can do what you want, drink when you want, and all of your ridiculous actions are excused because, hey, it’s vacation. It’s all apart of the experience, right?
Sure, that’s fine (encouraged, actually), if your vacation lasts a week, maybe two. But when you move overseas and keep this vacay mindset for 8+ weeks, it really starts to take its toll. I’ve always struggled to avoid deliciously-wonderful-horrible-for-you foods anyway, and throwing in this mentality that’s pushing me to eat anything and everything in sight while I’m here, has proven that my struggle is a losing battle. When you’re out in a new country, you want to experience everything, and healthy food and fitness are put way on the back burner. I mean, you have better things to do than worry about your waistline… Like, I dunno, see the world.
Needless to say, as hard as you wish, and as hard as you try, the feeding frenzy is taken to a whole new level while traveling abroad, and here’s how it goes:
Before going abroad, you want to look your absolute best, and your commitment level couldn’t be higher.
And once you’ve arrived, you become so overwhelmed trying to multitask all the goings on that you have zero time to even think about food.
But of course, that doesn’t last long, and soon all you want to do is try all the new dishes that you’ve been introduced to.
So you eat,
To the point where you consume 185,000 times more than a normal human being.
Until, suddenly, your beautiful, six-packed-beach-body has transformed itself into a blob,
Making you extremely self-conscious about your weight.
None of your clothes fit anymore,
You’re too stubborn (and broke) to buy new ones,
And you begin to feel the self-loathing creeping in.
So you tell yourself to get back on the fitness track.
But then you realize that after an entire week of work and traveling on weekends, you’re simply too exhausted to workout.
Despite all your motivation to become thin again.
So then you think, “maybe I’ll just start eating less.”
“Surely I can live without all that yummy food, right?”
“Okay, maybe one last nibble…”
“Screw it, I’ll just start my diet tomorrow.”
And when that doesn’t work, you start to stress-eat about just how much weight you’ve put on since you left home.
So, you rationalize. You don’t need to be skinny.
You’re a traveler on the road experiencing life. You don’t give a fuck.
Besides, why would you ever need to look “better”? It would be totally unfair to everyone else.
So you give up and curl into bed with some Netflix, self-pity, and lots of pizza, because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t turn your back on the things that have served you so well for so long.
You are not alone fellow travellers – the struggle is real. Live large and prosper !!