There are only remnants of blubber left on my tummy! After four months of traveling with scarce exercise, massive meals with endless beer and wine (it’s amazing how you can justify unruly eating and drinking abroad by claiming you HAVE to sample the best food in each city), I have rehabbed my body back into moderate health in just two weeks.
Getting rid of the belly rolls wasn’t easy. But on my first trip up a cliff a male guest told me I was really going to need some better ab muscles if I ever wanted to climb any realcliffs. Having no HR to complain to — and noting the 8-pack abs surrounding me — I resolved to build that muscle power I was clearly lacking.
NBC’s Biggest Loser should schedule a Sella session in the near future. Fellow Wwoofer, Kiwi Fran, boot camped me. Every day was filled with about seven hours of intense physical activity, from mountain biking straight uphill to lumbering up steep forest cliffs to jack down wood for future fires to rock climbing up cliffs that seemingly reached the clouds. Afterwards I led the group in hour and a half yoga sessions that left all our legs wobbling. At night we cooked fruits and vegetables for every meal.
I know it’s corny, but this healthy stay has changed my life. I have Rod Stewart’s energy and a stressfree mind. I have realized on this trip that I’m actually OK with an office job. But I must live in a place with access to constant outdoor activity. No more West 4th St Manhattan for me.
Before I tackle permanent living decisions, though, I am doing a two week tour of Spain with friends from home and I want to keep up my fitness level on the road. My new challenge. Stay tuned for hostel-made workouts 🙂