I’ve been having such a wonderful time on vacation in Canada, and unfortunately my time here is winding down. Blogging has been hit or miss, as has my fitness regime. To be honest, workouts have been fairly nonexistent, especially over the past couple of weeks. My running shoes have been in the same spot since last week, and I am not too sure if they’ll make it onto my feet again until I’m back in Brisbane.
|One of my few workouts while on vacation, but by far the most enjoyable.
A 5-mile race with one of my best girlfriends, Jocelyn, at the Marathon by the Sea in Saint John.
Whenever I go for long periods of time without working out, I start feeling lethargic, restless, moody, and anxious. Guilty, even. I admit that it sounds ridiculous, and I don’t know where this mindset comes from. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that growing up, I was active almost every day with competitive sports. Sitting around wasn’t on my radar. I’m definitely not obsessive about fitness, but I do make it a priority in my life. So, when it takes a backseat to other things, I feel like I’m breaking the rules or something.
Sure, over the past month I’ve gone running a handful of times. However…
I have not lifted a weight.
I have not eaten enough vegetables.
I have eaten my body weight in cookies, bread, and other treats.
I have consumed a little too much coffee to compensate for my too little sleep.
I have not consumed enough water.
I have spent many moments on restaurant patios, and few moments on the pavement.
I can honestly say that for the first time in my life, I couldn’t care less about my current fitness regime, or lack thereof. Not anymore. You see, before I sat down to write this post, I was browsing through the array of photos I’ve taken here in Canada.
I have watched in awe as my son interacted with his grandparents, uncles, and my close friends for the very first time.
I have enjoyed ever morsel of food, some of which I haven’t had in over a year.
I have spent time catching up with some of my best friends, and even watched one of them walk down the aisle.
I had plenty of retail therapy.
I have spent time with my pup, Macy, who I haven’t seen in a year…and my beautiful old girl, Lucy (the golden retriever), who just turned 13 this month.
I have enjoyed every specialty coffee and devoured every cookie.
I have appreciated every sunset, beach day, and bonfire.
I have cherished each family dinner and every family game night.
Have I lost some of my physical endurance? Yes.
Do I feel less energetic? Sure.
Have I gained weight? Probably.
I scanned through my memory card and my iPhone camera roll, realizing that years from now, I won’t remember how many minutes I spent on a treadmill or eating veggies while on vacation. People don’t take pictures of those moments because they really don’t matter. Instead, I have before me a collection of photos that remind me of the love and happiness I have felt while surrounded by the people I care about most in this world.
Next week, the gym will still be there, but these precious moments will simply be memories. So for now, I’m carpe diem’ing alongside my friends and family, a cookie in one hand and a camera in the other. Gym guilt, be gone.