#Diet #Travel should Broaden the Mind, not the Belly (and not remind you of broads)…

Group workout in Phitsanulok, Thailand

Group workout in Phitsanulok, Thailand

The nicest thing about coming ‘home’ after 6-7 months of continuous travel–aside from having some place to come home TO–is wearing all those pale-blue jeans that have been too small to wear for so many years. That’s why I save them, after all. But it’s not true, of course. I’ve simply been too large, the (farm-raised) product of too many meals and too much success, that is: economic success. In Darwinian evolution the only success is reproductive, though, so guess I’m down on that count (but not for lack of trying)…

In short: migrations can be good, and are a natural occurrence of biological life on any given planet, especially one with a bluish atmosphere, perfect for the proliferation of blue-green algae, perfect for those bluish jeans, perfect for nurturing those blues that come after a long run of travel. But those who gain weight from travel aren’t traveling–they’re touring. I try to work out, at least once a month, but that’s just calories that I’ll have to replace…

Travel is a discipline, and requires a few calories, and constant alertness, the only calorie problem on the road being one of getting enough. So when civilizations fall, and the migrations begin, it is not a thing to fear. Travel broadens the mind, after all, doesn’t it? And slims the belly, gotta’ love that symmetry, gotta’ think maybe this is the way it should be…  Now let the binge begin: cookies, cake, and ice cream, oh my…

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