I didn’t travel all the way over here to eat a salad…
I’ve been traveling for the past two months now – bouncing around in Paris, London, Barcelona, Chicago, Colombia, and now in the Philippines.
Before leaving for this trip, I was your typical self-conscious gym rat, played tennis on a regular basis, and that person who paid attention to the amount of protein and carb intake before every meal.
But these past two months, those habits have been thrown out the window.
I think we can agree that trying the local cuisine (and junk food) allows us to have that authentic experience and get a real taste (pun intended) of the culture. With that in mind, all I’ve been doing is eating anything and everything that I get my hands (and nose) on.
Whether it be walking down a street and discovering a food cart, or wandering around airports and gorging at the food courts, I’ve come to realize that I’m now a slave to my appetite and have lost all self-control when it comes to food.
And honestly, I’m ok with it.
I mean, it’s not always easy finding healthy breakfast like this when you are on the road:
Sometimes, you just gotta start your day the way the locals do:
And we all need a mid-morning snack…
And when lunch time hits, you know how much this paella sounds so much better than having a salad:
And who can forget about dessert….
I mean, carbs are basically the new protein:
And before you know it, it’s dinner time:
But thought to myself, maybe I’ll try to take it down a notch:
But it didn’t really work.
Because at the end of the day, I know I’ll always go back to this:
Now, find time to burn the calories off!