Warring with your body over carbs is sooooo five years ago...

​When I left for a month-long trip to Europe there was this little voice in the back of my head that kept saying, “Don’t eat too much bread.” And I honestly finally had to tell that little voice to fuck right off. I'm a food writer and a body positivity advocate and I still sometimes struggle with my own inner judgement.
 
But here’s the thing. Warring with your body over how many net carbs or how many grams of sugar you consume on vacation is not only BS, but it’s just so passé. I’m too old and too comfy in my own skin to care about a measly five pounds I might gain on vacation to torture myself the entire time I’m there.

What was I going to do while spending time in France and Italy? Not enjoy bread and pasta? Who ever came home from vacation in Italy saying, “Gosh I just had the best spinach while I was over there!”

​Spoiler alert: NO ONE. Zero people have ever said that.
 
So, I had this moment with myself where I said screw it, it’s one month. Enjoy yourself. You’re walking and sweating so much each day that it doesn’t matter anyway and torturing yourself about every bite of indulgent food you put in your mouth is only going to make you miserable. 
 
Guess what? I came home from Europe the same size I left. And I’m so, so glad that I enjoyed myself while I was there. If you're going on vacation, don't worry about your weight. Enjoy the food. Enjoy the culture. The gym and your kale salad of choice will be available when you get back.

Here are some of my favorite super carb-y meals I ate while there.

​Suck it, diet culture.