When you spend more than two decades in Florida, you learn to like inclines about as much as you adore 4 p.m. August temps. Granted, I do like hiking and appreciate the views from above, and lordy knows that I could use the work it takes to summit some steepness. Yet my gratitude for such topography quickly fades as I gruffly huff-puff-huff-puff on any ascent.
When I taught for three-plus weeks in a study-abroad program in city known as much for its urban hills as it is for its pastel de nata, I knew that Lisbon would serve as an excellent test of lungs, glutes, and sweat glands.
Every walk to and from metro stations, every exploration of city streets, every adventure, every everything would require me to…
Over time, my body got (sort of) used to the (never-ending) climbs (but never the 57 steps up to my apartment). Maybe I need to credit the landscape for getting me away from my typical routine—and shifting my habits, my mindset, and my approach to wellness.
While away, I didn’t do as much formal exercise, but I upped my step count (my highest day = 27,926). I didn’t give up wine, but I did lay off the hard stuff. I didn’t try to diet, but I barely touched a processed food. As for the pastel de nata (the popular two-bite egg custard pastry), I only nibbled on a few during my stay. Note: Gelato data will remain redacted.
Maybe this was the habit-buster I needed. Since I’ve returned home, I’ve boozed less, I’ve hydrated more, I don’t crave snacky foods, and I’ve felt a difference.
Mind you, I’m not going out of my way to do stadiums just yet (I’ve had my fill of hills for now), but the change of scenery may have just tweaked me in the way that I needed.
Maybe completely getting out of your rhythm is the better way to find a new one.
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