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This weekend I sat around feeling slothful and eating too much. I blame the environment!
What I mean is that when I visit my Mother, I’m often in a physical and psychological space that I find hard to navigate. For one thing, she lives in one of the less walkable parts of town –there’s a sidewalk in front of her house but it ends after just a block. For another, when I’m back in the geography of my youth (well, high school anyway), it brings up a lot of memories and feelings that are still hard to process, even 35 years later.
I don’t mean to say that I blame my Mom, or that it’s impossible to visit her while also maintaining my normal activity and healthy eating.
Rather, what I’ve discovered is that when I’m out of my normal routine and away from my usual comfort zone, I often find myself less willing to do the work. It could be my Mom’s house or it could be a return to my other home, San Francisco. In either case, when I’m away from the day-to-day patterns of my life, I discover that I can’t just expect everything to effortlessly fall into place. I have to set an alarm. I have to purchase and prepare healthy food. I have to mark out a specific slot in the day for exercise. I have to make a plan to go walking.
It’s on me.
Life isn’t always a walk in the park. But that doesn’t mean I have to lie on the sofa eating cookies.