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During the month of March I pledged to do yoga every single day, after having acknowledged that I needed to get moving in order to a) strengthen my mind/body relationship and b) get out of the winter rut of eating comfort food and wearing sweatsuits everyday. And it was AWESOME. I never done anything quite like it, and found that it really allowed me to feel so much better to have a goal and be physically active in a way that I could take with me wherever I went.
Because I have been traveling since December. And I am not the type of girl who does well without a routine.
So I pledged that no matter how crazy or stressed or overworked or sore I was, I committed to at least 15 minutes of yoga per day. I soon realized however, that I liked it so much I was HAPPILY doing far more than 15 minutes, and it felt so satisfying to invest myself in an endeavor that was really, solely, just for my happiness and well-being.
I am on the road again, having left Puerto Rico and returned to Florida to scoop up my car, Mary Ellen, and drive back up the coast to my home on Cape Cod for the summer. It has been a fantastic trip thus far, but, as always seems to be the case when traveling so much, I have been eating a TON of food that is really bad for me and haven’t been very active.
When you are the type of person who struggles with body image and compulsive eating, this type of traveling can be really taxing, and can leave you feeling ultimately both uncomfortable and out-of-sorts. While I was in Puerto Rico, I purchased a new yoga mat for myself. A Manduka, the alleged Cadillac of yoga mats. And, boy, do I recommend it. It is like doing yoga on a beautifully colored cloud of bliss.
So, now as I travel up the coast, I have my yoga mat in tow and am committing myself to work out between fun activities, so that I can keep up with some sort of activity and thus ease the strain of eating ice cream sundaes everyday. Best of both worlds.
How do you stay active when you’re traveling? Do you find that it helps?
