It was one heck of a long road trip…
over 6000 miles, all in all. From Sutter Creek, CA to North Ridgevill, OH for a family reunion. Then the long way home through Niagara Falls, NY, Kentucky Bourbon country, Memphis, TN and then a mad dash through Kansas, the Rockies and across Nevada to our home.
And while I had very admirable plans to eat right and exercise, they didn’t exactly pan out.
My workout clothes never once got taken out of the suitcase.
And I ate pierogies…
and a hot brown in Kentucky…
and a homemade fried peach handpie with lard in the crust somewhere in Tennessee…
along with a whole lot of other things I shouldn’t have.
Between the food and the swelling from being at so many different elevation (something my body does not appreciate), I came home with 8 pounds of souvenir eating.
I’m okay with it.
Not happy with it, but okay with it.
It may be years – if ever – before I get to try foods like those again.
And they were good.
Really, really good.
But I’m home.
I got up this morning, walked 2.5 miles, ate a solid breakfast of eggs with dill, some cherries and an iced coffee with coconut milk.
Back on track and keeping it that way.
I start Holy Yoga next week here locally (hooray!) and we’re making some last minute school decisions for the kids that will probably lead to a hybrid homeschool/charter school situation. Not what we were planning, but – once again – what they need in this season.
Still contemplating a Whole30 in September, but possible not. Before the trip, I’d gotten into a primal/paleo sort of groove that I was happy with and able to sustain until the temptations of the road got me. My plans are to continue that way for the next few weeks, add yoga and possibly a little bit of weight training and see what happens.
It’s going to be another time of transition and I’m ready for it.