Barbados is beautiful by its people and by its landscape.
As the days progress and the frenzied pace decelerates, I truly feel this is my island in the sun. But here is the thing: I’m getting skinny. Stress can do that. Some people put on pounds; I lose them. In Toronto, planning for this work trip on Hurricane Janet had me skipping breakfast almost every morning.
That bad habit continues in Barbados, which now has me wondering why – when it comes to food – does maintaining our health and wellness feel like actual work?
When we’re skipping meals or reaching for sugary cereals and processed, fatty foods for our “most important meal of the day” (the debate continues over that point), our bodies suffer because of our food choices. We can count on that. There is no revelation or new news here. Most people, including myself, understand this correlation. Still, I think I’m slick. Just because I’m not falling over onto a hospital stretcher, I keep the bad habit alive. Is that Toronto-esque? Wait, don’t answer that. It’s just harebrained.
Clearly, my island in the sun is telling me about myself and the counterproductive lifestyle I’ve developed around daily meals. Let’s see what I can do to correct that.
Saada STYLO 
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