I recently spent a few weeks visiting family in delightful Del Rio. When I booked my tickets, I was determined to stick with my new eating and exercise routine. My sneakers and exercise clothes were packed along with plenty of hope that my magic app would maneuver me passed years of bad childhood habits.
Sweet bread, atole de arroz, barbacoa, and many other yummy treats later… I had to admit that the pull of food in my parents’ house had clearly won. (To be honest, there hadn’t been much of a contest.)
It was a different story regarding exercise. I had two major excuses that I would use to put off starting a workout -- “it’s too hot” & “I don’t want to miss out on time with my family”. Luckily for me, the sun goes down in the evening and every member of my family eventually has to get some sleep.
No matter how tired or stuffed full of homemade enchiladas I was, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night I walked the heck out of my neighborhood.
If I had managed to eat well AND pull off those workouts, I would ask for a high five. Since I did half, how about a high 2 ½?