I think I have pretty much figured how to stay healthy and feel good when I am at home. It’s not easy, because I love eating, drinking and sleeping more than anyone in the entire world. But with a little bit… Okay a lot of effort, I am getting there. . I was there. And then, I started traveling again. Like right now I am in some crappy airport lounge drinking a shitty coffee and eating some generic breakfast probably made in a factory somewhere very far (uhuhuh) and unless I become that crazy person who travels with her Erewhon food and doesn’t drink and – well you know that person, I respect her as much as I fear her. . (She’s also the person who can resist airplane food, you know?)(and makes the rest of the plane feel bad?)(cause she brought her own meal?)(and no one else did?) . Anyway. IT’S A MESS. Three days on the road and all my good habits have gone by the window and I feel puffy and lost and I find myself eating that stupid hotel chocolate that they put on your pillow to make sure you don’t forget to eat it in a moment of weakness. . I’ve been able to hold on to working out (and literally you have to imagine me holding on, like holding on to dear life to a rope that could break any moment) and I feel a pride that’s as dangerous (watch me or I’ll come out with a Khloe Kardashian type book in a few and call myself a badass because I can do seven push ups) as it is legitimate. . Mmmmm so where am I going with this? . Nowhere. I am on the plane going back home is where I am going. Going to get back to my habits, and promise myself that if I have figured how to feel great at home, then nothing can stop me from feeling good on the road. . Except long diners with clients. The welcoming wine at the hotel. Airport breakfasts. This stupid pillow chocolate. Having to pick every meal from a menu. The general stress that makes me forget that sugar isn’t great, you know, yeah. Ooops, forgot again. It’s okay I’ll drink this cocktail to forget. . In the meantime, look at sweaty me at the hotel gym! Effort! Pride! Badassitude!!! Book deal!!! Bahahah ?

I think I have pretty much figured how to stay healthy and feel good when I am at home. It’s not easy, because I love eating, drinking and sleeping more than anyone in the entire world. But with a little bit… Okay a lot of effort, I am getting there. . I was there. And then, I started traveling again. Like right now I am in some crappy airport lounge drinking a shitty coffee and eating some generic breakfast probably made in a factory somewhere very far (uhuhuh) and unless I become that crazy person who travels with her Erewhon food and doesn’t drink and – well you know that person, I respect her as much as I fear her. . (She’s also the person who can resist airplane food, you know?)(and makes the rest of the plane feel bad?)(cause she brought her own meal?)(and no one else did?) . Anyway. IT’S A MESS. Three days on the road and all my good habits have gone by the window and I feel puffy and lost and I find myself eating that stupid hotel chocolate that they put on your pillow to make sure you don’t forget to eat it in a moment of weakness. . I’ve been able to hold on to working out (and literally you have to imagine me holding on, like holding on to dear life to a rope that could break any moment) and I feel a pride that’s as dangerous (watch me or I’ll come out with a Khloe Kardashian type book in a few and call myself a badass because I can do seven push ups) as it is legitimate. . Mmmmm so where am I going with this? . Nowhere. I am on the plane going back home is where I am going. Going to get back to my habits, and promise myself that if I have figured how to feel great at home, then nothing can stop me from feeling good on the road. . Except long diners with clients. The welcoming wine at the hotel. Airport breakfasts. This stupid pillow chocolate. Having to pick every meal from a menu. The general stress that makes me forget that sugar isn’t great, you know, yeah. Ooops, forgot again. It’s okay I’ll drink this cocktail to forget. . In the meantime, look at sweaty me at the hotel gym! Effort! Pride! Badassitude!!! Book deal!!! Bahahah ?

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