The saying is true. What happens in Puerto Rico stays in Puerto Rico.
But no matter WHERE I am, I STILL don’t eat chicken.
For me, there is no such thing as a vacation from my life. Let me explain.
I realize sometimes people need breaks. But how I live is how I live. I woke up at 6:15 a.m., on a Saturday morning without an alarm clark. That’s 4:15 a.m. my time at home. That’s what time I normally get up. Every day. I would have LOVED to have been able to run with the crew but, if you know me, after a certain period of time, I have to turn off my phone and go find a blanket and a corner somewhere. No matter how many naps I take, by 9:00 p.m. my time, my body is on wind down. I have fought a few times. Last night I lost.
And it’s not that I am so neurotic about calories when I travel as it is the “type” of food I eat and have available. I had white rice last night and got an instant headache. It’s not that I think I am “too good” to “loosen up” and “get off my diet” but it’s because I don’t eat it and my body is sensitive. Not a party pooper. Just that connected, all over to my lifestyle.
Does it feel good to not have to go into work? YES!!. So, I won’t be leading any Zumba tracks or showing anyone how to do Piloxing on the beach. I’m actually heading right into the gym to teach class as soon as I get off the plane so I am not finding it necessary to be “Tasha the Trainer.” But what others see as fun and taking a break is different for us all. My lifestyle I cannot take a break from. My work, I can.
It is true that I don’t get to do yoga every day on a patio facing the water. So, when I am up early tomorrow, I may do that. Or some push-ups. And then eat a handful of almonds (the struggle is real for the vegan girl down here), pray and get ready to fellowship with my friends.
Because that’s the reason why we are here. I don’t have to do anything different