2017 has been an exciting year of travel for me. I’ve been to Tulum, Mexico City, Todos Santos, Barcelona, and June marked my first ever trip to Italy. While never unpacking your suitcase offers it’s own off-the-rails kind of fun, it tends to go hand-in-hand with never buying groceries, overspending, and forgetting that the concept of working out even exists. The more I traveled, the more eating out became my default mode (even when I was at home). By the time July rolled around, I had favored and room serviced my way to a 10 pound weight gain — and I won’t even mention the state of my bank account.
Clearly something needed to be done, but I’ve never identified as someone who “cooks.” I’d often wondered what would happen if I just stopped “eating out” for a while. Would I automatically lose weight? Save money? No longer have a social life? On July 17th I looked at my calendar and saw that I didn’t have a single dinner date (or big trip) on the books for the foreseeable future and decided to strike while the iron was hot. I pledged myself to five weeks of “eating in” — nothing from a restaurant of any sort for 35 days. The experience that followed was nothing short of revolutionary for me. Read on to discover what happened:
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