
There’s a reason they tell you to eat light before scuba diving.
When first given this advice, I thought it a little silly. I mean, scuba diving isn’t exactly strenuous and never before had I heard that you should eat light before doing it. However, I was extremely glad that I had followed this advice when I was heaving over the side of our rocking boat and everyone aboard could see EXACTLY what I’d had for breakfast. Not my finest moment.
There is no such thing as too few clothes in the Bahamas.
When it was time to head to the airport and Brian and I had on normal clothes and actually had to wear shoes, we felt like we were prepared for a climb up Everest.
Taco Bell may have 4th meal, but our vacation had 6th meal.
Because we had an all-inclusive vacation, my husband felt it was his personal obligation to out-eat every other guest at the resort. Besides the breakfast, lunch, and dinner that we’d eat, he made sure to get his second breakfast at 10am, his 3pm pizza, and his 1:00 am “snack.” It made my stomach hurt just hearing about it.
I love having other people cook for me, but hate never being 100% sure what’s in my food.
It was so nice never having to think about what I was going to cook. It was so relaxing. However, I’m excited to be back home and know exactly what I’m putting in my food. No matter what you tell the server, you never know how much butter or oil the cook is using. You can’t be sure the food’s not loaded with High Fructose Corn Syrup, MSG, or BHT. It’s nice when you know exactly what you’re putting in your body for fuel.
Paddleboarding is awesome,
especially on the ocean with the waves crashing around you. I loved it!
No matter how hard you paddle, your kayaking partner thinks they’re doing all of the work.
Nothing makes you run faster than the smell of diapers, dead cats, trash, and anything else you can think of that smells so bad it burns your nostrils.
With an amazing view of the crystal blue sparkling waters of the Carribean, I figured nothing could beat a nice run. I took off, breathing in the nice fresh ocean air. Perfect. As I was practically dancing in my ocean paradise, the smell of everything horrible and ugly filled my nostrils and made me want to cry. I have no idea what it was, but it definitely ruined my enthusiasm for running on the beach. I sprinted back and got to the indoor fitness center as quickly as I could. It was probably a two-minute mile.
Every drop of sweat from push-ups, burpees, body planks, chin-ups, dips, and crunches was totally worth it when my clothes were replaced with a swim-suit.