I’m currently on my fourth travel project nearly 1.5 years after starting in commercial consulting, so this whole “Monday through Thursday living in a hotel and eating at restaurants” thing is not new. You’d think I’d have this travel thing down, right?! Wrong.
Okay, not wrong. I could do worse, believe me. I usually do pretty well. I aim for three workouts during my four travel days, and I try to buy snacks (read: kombucha) at the nearest Whole Foods (Sprouts works too) ((yes, I will drive an extra 15 minutes)). But sometimes, I still struggle.
I normally give myself a few weeks to acclimate to a new client. Though I receive the “you’ve been staffed!” email and immediately head to Google Maps to check out restaurants, fitness studios, and grocery stores nearby – doing all the pre-work ahead of time, it’s actually acting on it that takes some time. And that’s okay! I get that. New place to explore, new team to meet, new great food to eat (yes, even in OKC).
But…I’ve been traveling here for two months. I should have a routine. I’m not bouncing from city to city (on the weekdays). I stay at the same hotel, go to the same Starbucks, head to the same client, and rotate the same nearby lunch places. Every. Single. Week. You’d think I’d be a rock star.
But, the past week and a half have been hard. I’ve been unmotivated to workout, and I’ve struggled with eating healthy. There were external and internal factors working against me. It wasn’t the best few days at work, and I wasn’t feeling great (#monthlyannoyance). When I get moody, I eat worse. When I eat worse, I feel gross. When I feel gross, I get upset (and continue to eat poorly). I complained to my nutritionist. I cried to my boyfriend. I wasn’t myself at work. And I didn’t really workout – the one thing that could give me endorphins (happy people don’t kill their husbands, amirite??). It was all around a disaster in my opinion. Not to be dramatic or anything…
And this week, I worked out once. Today. Wednesday. Mid-week. And I’m okay with it (after freaking out about it yesterday). Because I’m back! Because a few days off is a “drop in the bucket”, according to my #gymspirational gym friend. Because I know how to get back on track, (like dying at Orangetheory and having a smoothie for dinner). Because bettering my health is a journey. There are going to be some road blocks, and I’m going to have to navigate them.
If you “fall off the wagon”, get back on! I promise it’s going to be okay. I have to tell myself this often. And you should too!