I love my food. You will never find me starving myself into a size 0 or ordering a green salad at a steak restaurant. For me, digging into tasty meals is an important part of enjoying travel. So how have I been eating on the road?
I have spent most of my first two months in Vancouver and Vancouver Island where there is an abundance of delicious fresh Pacific salmon. I have never eaten so much fish in my life – whether it be sushi, a salmon burger, a fish taco or even a salmon croissant.
Back home in England, the usual fish of choice was a piece of cod that had been ‘battered to death’ in the local chippy.
Eating plenty of salmon is one of my healthy travel eating habits.
But what about the unhealthy ones? There have been plenty of these…
Although I have been eating lots of fruit and vegetables, getting my five a day and all that jazz, I have also been eating lots of bad food.
I have a terrible sweet tooth…
I cannot say no to cake. If a huge chunk of carrot cake catches my eye in the window of a bakery, I will be thinking about it for the rest of the day. If I was strong enough not to have given in then, by the end of the day I most definitely would have indulged in something sugary.
Luckily, I have been hiking a lot and have not transformed into too much of a heffer.
However, if I carry on this way, I know I am certain to lose the battle of the bulge.
My weakness is coffee shops. I can rarely just order a cup of coffee without getting a huge cookie or muffin to go with it.
It was okay when I was working on an organic blueberry farm for two weeks. Four hours of physical work a day turns your body into a fat fighting machine.
I probably ate more than half a loaf of bread everyday, which usually would have bloated me up like I was expecting quadruplets.
But you can pretty much eat what you want when you know it will be burnt off.
By the end of my time at the farm, my clothes were falling off me; surprising considering most of them had by this point shrunk slightly from being thrown in too many hostel tumble dryers.
Eating lots of organic produce grown on the land, and having fresh eggs for breakfast, also did my system the world of good.
Then, after all of this goodness, can you guess what I did on the ferry back over to Vancouver?
Foolishly, I parked myself right outside the cafe where a sweet aroma quickly attracted my attention. Although I had eaten my lunch earlier on, within minutes I was stuffing my face with a Danish pastry AND a giant chocolate chip cookie.
My body seemed to be craving sugar and I gave in, figuring I deserved a treat after working hard on the farm.
So, my eating habits have been a mixture of good and bad.
Recently I set out to follow that famous philosophy of eating like a king for breakfast, a prince for lunch and a pauper for dinner.
Did it work?
Not exactly. I always end up eating enough for three kings and sometimes get hungry at around 9pm and raid the chocolate machine.
Hmmm, did I mention that I love my food?
Do you manage to eat healthily while you travel?