We’re going on vacay for this edition of Question of the Week! Okay, so we’re not technically “going” anywhere, but we are discussing how we stay healthy—or purposely and delightfully choose not to—when on vacation!
When it comes to past vacations, I never associated healthy and fun in the same sentence, but the more FBG mentality seeps into my brain, the more healthy choices enter the picture. I like to think of them as vacations from worry, pain, suffering, fatigue and all that other bad ish.
Since incorporating active, healthy choices into my everyday routine, I’ve come to realize vacation doesn’t necessarily mean all bad food and lying around like a sloth. If I were to ignore all good teaching, I’d regret it. My stomach is wayyy too sensitive to mess with. I already can’t poop on vacations! Filling it with bad foods and sedentary behavior would be a dangerous cocktail.
That being said, I’ve never been the type to plan sweat-tastic sabbaticals. (I don’t have to stay in hotels with gyms or scout locations that have healthy food flava.) I have come to realize, though, that I have to make sure I work in things that keep me feeling good and energetic so that I can enjoy my trip to the fullest. Vacations are THE time I allow myself to go buck-buck on desserts (when in Rome…), but I also find myself seeking out local produce. The more veggies, the better the tummy. The better the tummy, the happier I am.
This reasoning served me well on recent trips I’ve taken. When I accompanied my two buds to Coachella, I made sure to try cool stuff like watermelon jicama salad. Never had that before, so I had to try it. I also tried some local, organic java ice coffee blends that blew my mother-trucking mind. I wasn’t really feeling greasy hot pizza in the dessert, either, which helped me remain good. Grease, fatty foods and sugary drinks aren’t good for a gal who would have to stay in the overcrowded portable potties, forcing something magically scary to happen. I’m still proud of myself for that judgement call!
In a couple weeks, my boyfriend and I will be heading up to Oregon for a family reunion. My grandparents live there, so we’ll be staying in a condo near them. Fortunately, they live in this super active community where biking, walking, hiking and running are encouraged. (Plus it’s a dry climate…perfect for morning runs!) The last time we visited, we ate and gorged on my uncle’s BBQ fixins without reservation. Lots of veggies and great meat, but sadly I didn’t listen to my gut screaming for me to stop when I was truly full. To ward off the comas, we were forced to hit the pavement and keep it moving.
This time around, the whole family has decided to do some rock climbing, white-water rafting and possibly running/walking with family. This is not my doing, promise! I just have an awesome sauce fam-bam and domestic partner. I know my Uncle Ed will probably throw down on the BBQ pit again, but I’m making a conscientious effort to behave and practice that intuitive eating that I know will leave me feeling better equipped for the activities we plan to rock out.
What about you? Does your gut’s inner angel keep you in check, or does your inner Roman rein supreme when the vacay begins?— Tish