Traveling is not conducive to having good, consistent habits. There’s a bustle to it that makes sleeping more appealing than waking up early for a workout. Socialization and networking trumps sitting in a hotel or my childhood bedroom plugging away at my writing.
Traveling is not great for healthy eating habits. It doesn’t exactly make me want to grab a green salad when fries are so much easier in the car. I’d rather drink with friends than ask for a glass of water.
Traveling means spending time packing and unpacking, sitting on planes, watching movies, staying up later than usual, running around in new places.
Traveling is not conducive to having good, consistent habits. But I won’t give it up. It lights the creative spark under me, allows me to see people I love, gets me out of my comfort zone.