An Evening Walk

There’s something magical about evening walks. You step out feeling all motivated - ready to shake off the stress of work, studies, or household chores. You tell yourself, "Today, I’ll walk for 45 minutes, feel amazing, and go home like a fitness guru."

But the moment you hit the street, reality kicks in. Cars zoom past, birds chirp, and kids run home, laughing, probably to eat something delicious. As you make your way to the park, you spot an ice cream shop glistening under the evening lights. And oh, the street food smells divine. But nope! You shake your head like a disciplined warrior, telling yourself, "Focus. Eyes on the prize. Walk first, eat never!" (Okay, maybe not "never", but "later").  

You finally reach the park, where the air is fresh, the greenery is calming, and everyone around you looks equally determined. You walk, you sweat, you conquer! One hour later, you feel like a champion, proud of your effort.  

Now, time to go home and eat something healthy. But wait… here it comes… the ultimate test of self-control. You pass by the ice cream shop "again." It calls out to you, whispering sweet nothings like, "Just one bite. One tiny scoop. You deserve it!" But you stand your ground and walk past like a true fitness legend.  

And then - BAM! Someone shouts your name. It’s an old friend you haven’t seen in years! Before you even process what’s happening, you’re already inside the ice cream shop, sitting down, catching up, and thinking, "Well… maybe just a little scoop…" But when it’s your turn to order, you somehow end up with a giant bowl of ice cream loaded with every flavor you love, plus brownies and extra toppings.   

Fast forward: You and your friend are laughing, reminiscing, and absolutely demolishing that ice cream. You step out, patting your very full belly, and tell your friend, "We should totally catch up again! Maybe at that fancy restaurant next time?" 

And as you walk home, you tell yourself the "same" lie you tell yourself every time: "Starting tomorrow, I will treat my body like a temple." (Spoiler: That tomorrow never comes.)  

I don’t know about you guys, but this is "my" life. Every time I try to eat healthy, I somehow end up in a food coma. Can anyone relate?!  

Happy walking! (Or… happy eating?!)