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Be careful what you wish for

I always struggle to keep up my routine while traveling. The first few days are usually great — I do my stretches, meditate, drink warm water like a responsible adult — and then life just… happens. Something always “gets in the way,” and I skip a day, then two, and then it’s gone.

I’ve learned not to stress about it.

But this time was different — Italy, Spain, France — basically, every meal is a celebration. I didn’t want to turn into a little brioche by the end of the trip, especially knowing I’d have two photoshoots in Paris with my friends. I wanted to feel confident, light, alive in front of the camera.

So, after one particularly long 14-course dinner (yes, fourteen), I went to bed thinking: “Tomorrow I start moving again. Morning workouts. Back to myself.” I thought about it the entire trip — and right before Paris, I was actually ready to begin.

Guess what happened?

My pancreas decided to join the conversation. It got inflamed — badly. If you’ve never experienced it, imagine food poisoning… but it doesn’t end after you “cleanse.” Your body just stays in pain — heavy, slow, drained — and recovery takes days.

For me, it’s been six already. I finally feel okay, but I can only eat boiled or baked vegetables and a bit of chicken with almost no oil. The gentlest food possible.

So yes — technically, I did lose weight. Just not quite the way I had planned 😅

Sometimes the universe listens a bit too literally.