How I Accidently Became Healthy. 

Trust me, I didn’t really have a say in the matter.

You see, I don’t really go to gyms, even though I basically have two free memberships. I eat pasta four times a week and despite years of attempts I’ve still not mastered the noodle to person ratio and make enough to feed a small country. I drink 2-3 cups of coffee a day and only finish half my water bottle over a 24-hour period. Beer is my go-to, I eat Nutella by the jar and believe it is unholy to not request extra butter on popcorn. I did try yoga for a bit and even bought five classes in advance hoping that would force me to go. That was six months ago and I still have two classes left to use…

And then I accidently became healthy.

Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves… healthy-ish. 30% of the time it isn’t my choice, 10% is pure convenience and the rest is me being flat-out cheap.

Cold showers. Definitely not my choice but it’s allegedly much better for your body, so I guess it’s chill (see what I did there?) A lukewarm to hot shower occurs 50% of the time, so it’s like a surprise every time!

No make-up. I begin to sweat within ten seconds of leaving the house, so in my opinion there really isn’t a point. I don’t wear much to begin with, but I’m sure my face will still thank me later.

No straighteners. If the sweat doesn’t do it the humidity will. Or the rain. Or I hit the dampness trifecta and all three are happening at once (which is often). Basically, if I wore my hair down I’d closely resemble a lion, Weird Al Yankovic and Hermione Granger a la Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone all rolled into one. My hair has been getting a much deserved break from the heat. Well, heat of the unnatural variety I should say.

Less hairwashing. This falls under being cheap. Shampoo and conditioner are expensive down here, okay? But again, my hair is probably thanking me.

Walking. This is a 50/50 toss up between necessity and cheapness, but regardless, I walk a few miles a day at minimum. I walk places because (a) buses start to add up, (b) I enjoy a nice walk, and (c) bus drivers- and drivers in general- are mildly terrifying. This is essentially my experience four times a day.

Sleeping. I get a solid 8 hours a day and I’m finally getting this go-to-bed-early-get-up-early thing down (I did sleep in until 7:30 this morning! I know, I know, I need to simmer down).

Eating. The waitress in me is used to scarfing down a lukewarm plate of food in under two minutes, and that’s usually at 3 in the afternoon or after midnight. Now, I have three meals a day (okay, like eight if you include my snacks..) and they are primarily homemade and enjoyed at a pleasant pace.

Time. I actually have time to do things. Crazy, right? Also, it’s normal, if not expected, to be 30-45 minutes late. I primarily attribute that to unpredictable transportation and the fact that Ticos love to chit chat. For example, drivers often stop in the middle of the road to chat with another driver from their window. I’ve also had a bus driver stop mid-route to get chicken from a street vendor. I could seriously do an entire post on buses… But the point is, there is no rush around here.

Stress-free routine. My typical weekday:

6:00 Wake up

6:15 Breakfast

6:30 Bus

7:30 Work at the school

12:00 Lunch/Downtime

3:00 Spanish class

5:00 Endure rush hour

6:00 Dinner

7:00 Go out/read/relax/whatever

10:00 Bed

On weekends I typically explore Costa Rica- see the beaches, jungles and volcanoes. Next weekend I’m going to Puerto Viejo and the weekend after I’ll be in Bocas del Toro, Panama and I could not be more excited!

So that basically sums up how I accidently became healthy(er), whether I like it or not. But I can’t say that I’m complaining, so thank you Costa Rica!


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Sloth enthusiast, Nutella extremist, and all around sassy human with a deep love for hoppy beer and discovering the world's many gems. Currently gallivanting the globe while drinking more coffee than necessary.

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