Back in the Saddle

I was away last week, my husband and I and two of our friends spent five days at Sugarloaf, in Maine.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that strong of a need to just get away. Not from one thing, but from everything. I just needed a break, you know?

My knees and elbows are covered in bruises (I’m just learning how to board), but more than that, my body revolted against me. Too much alcohol and unhealthy food and long periods spent in the car and I came home with a belly ache. I went for a run and a hike over the weekend, and made my first trip to the gym today, picking up where I left off (week eight). I bought a bunch of healthy groceries yesterday and have been trying to stop lusting after chocolate. Basically, I’m detoxing.

We partied and ate like we were 21 again. And it was awesome, it really was. But it also made me realize two things: 1) I’m not 21. 2) I don’t really want to be.

I like feeling in touch with my body, I like feeling like we’re working together to live a great life, instead of fighting with it, frustrated that it won’t do what I want (because I’m not treating it the way I should). I like waking up sober well rested and hydrated. I like eating salad.

So while vacation was much needed and perhaps overdue, my husband and I both agreed that next time, we just might bring the kids and eat more vegetables.