Thursday, May 5
As I write this, I’m 30,000 feet over somewhere between Toronto and California. I’m in L.A. for six days of back-to-back-to-back closets, desksides, and workouts shoots. It’s a packed schedule. But you know what I’m thinking right at this moment? Why the hell didn’t I eat something (anything!) before boarding this flight. Seriously, what was I thinking? My stomach is growling so loud even the jet engine can’t tune it out.
I had a full day of work—I decided to work from home to avoid any extra travel time—peppered in with bouts of last minute, slightly frantic packing. I don’t think there has ever, in the history of everdom, been a time that I felt fully confident in my packing abilities. So, I forgot to eat.
"If I had only taken the advice of the dozens of healthy people I interview on a regular basis (!) and packed a snack."
Now I’m regretting it. Especially because as I’m flipping through the airline menu, the only possibly healthy option are a few measly sticks of celery and carrots. Talk about a depressing situation. So I had no other choice than to go with the pizza. Actually. One I’m regretting, because somehow, they managed to eff up a pizza—in my time of desperation, I frankly wasn’t thinking straight..If I had only taken the advice of the dozens of healthy people I interview on a regular basis (!) and packed some sort of snack, than I wouldn’t have regret. Bad food + jet lag + hectic work schedule is literally a recipe for getting sick. And an A-Game is the only option right now.
Saturday, May 7
Fast forward a couple of days (I took a break from writing this to give you all a true account of how I’m actually eating and attempting to get in some workouts while travelling for work). Fittingly, we’ve just come back from shooting in Topanga in the most gorgeous home (coming soon to The Coveteur, so stay tuned!), after which we stuck around for a delicious vegan lunch out on the terrace overlooking the mountains. In short, it was epic. But I’m embarrassed to admit—I also realized it happened to be pretty much the first truly healthy, clean meal I’ve had since being here. Yes, even in the land of green juices and kale salads.
And then there’s the whole working out thing. Which, well, hasn’t happened just yet for me. Renee, our photographer-slash-videographer, on the other hand, has been waking up early every day and running along the beach—something I should probably start joining her for. There’s always tomorrow, okay?
"Bad food + jet lag + hectic work schedule is literally a recipe for getting sick."
The reality is, when your schedule only allows for the quickest meals (and, let's be real, the emotional wear-and-tear of work travel demands greasy room service); not eating like garbage takes planning. And frequent menu modifications. Good thing is? I couldn’t be in a better place to do just that.