For me, 2017 is the year of retribution! After a really horrible 2016 and many, many extra kilos gained, I strutted into the new year with a kick-arse attitude.
I started my travel blog, I painted my manky fence and I finally started the long slog to loose my jubbly bits. Now don’t get me wrong, under no circumstances do I think I’m “fat”. But I know that it would be easy for me to say “fuck it” and live on my favourite diet of gin and tonic and chicken chips from the Woolies deli.
As good as I’ve been with my eating habits and exercise, I won’t lie that my recent family holiday to Bali has thrown a spanner in my winning routine. Not that I’m complaining, as when it comes to fitness or a holiday we all know which one I’d pick.
But as someone who only needs one big binge to give up completely, I know I can’t be my usual burger- and beer-ordering self. So, for the first time EVER, I’ve come on holidays ready to have fun, and go to the gym… groan.
Did you know that you can buy a one week pass to a gym in another country? And did you know that even without understanding what the Indonesian spin instructor is saying, “TENSION – FASTER – TENSION – FASTER” still translates very easily?
I won’t lie, even with my personal trainer sister and Yoga teaching mother as my “Providers of Guilt” it still doesn’t make it easier to make my way to the gym instead of the bar. I’m lucky that being a food blogger my sister has taught me to eat what I want (in moderation bla bla) then get my ass to the gym to work it off.
After ten days in Bali , which I consider to be the food haven of the world I won’t lie, I really struggled to follow the mantra that was being spoken everyday. I may have gained an extra few kilo’s but what I gained in memories was definitely worth it (or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.)
Now that I’m back at work and in my usual routine I’ve decided that next trip I’m going to care less about the way I look and more about what I’m experiencing.. although for my livers sake I might skip the breakfast beers.