Let’s be honest—most fitness advice sounds like you need to be perfect 7 days a week. I’m not. Not even close.
As a general rule, I try to eat healthy and focus on exercise Monday through Friday. Weekends are a crapshoot. I usually do some form of exercise, but it’s definitely less structured. Healthy eating? That’s usually the farthest thing from my mind on Saturdays and Sundays.
LadyFish and I recently drove to spend the day with our daughter, LadyFin, who’s in college a couple of hours away. On this particular day, there was no 4:00 AM stretch or walk. It was a get-up-and-go kind of morning. We woke up, drank coffee, loaded the car, and hit the road.
LadyFin wanted to go to a popular brunch spot. Popular is probably an understatement—we waited an hour and a half for a table. But it was worth it. We loaded up on biscuits, pancakes, sausage, eggs, jelly—you name it. It was a huge breakfast, and I spent exactly zero time thinking about the health benefits (or lack of them).
LadyFin is getting ready for a much-anticipated Spring Break trip, so naturally there were a few things she “needed.” What better way to prepare than using Fish and LadyFish’s credit card?
Off to the shops we went. I’m usually all about getting some movement in during the day, but not this time. I dropped the girls off at the door and waited in the parking lot. We hit a few stores, and my total exercise for the day? Zero. I never left the car.
After shopping, it was time to head home. One thing about me—I love to snack on road trips. And when I snack, it’s not apples and blueberries. It’s Peanut M&M’s. And not a small bag, either. I’m talking about a 2-pound sack.
It’s not unusual for me to pick up a big bag on Friday night and have it gone by Sunday. Once I start, it’s game over.
Here’s the way I look at it: I try to stay consistent during the week so I don’t have to stress about days like this. If I’m taking care of myself most of the time, I’m not going to worry about a weekend of biscuits and Peanut M&M’s.
My goal isn’t to be on the cover of Men’s Health. My goal is to be crawling on the ground or throwing a baseball with my grandkids (you reading this, LadyFin) when I’m 80.