Pizza vs Plane tickets

I've given myself a couple new mantras since I returned from vacation.

One is: Pizza vs Plane tickets

Which essentially means.... Yeah you could order pizza (or any food, or go out to eat) or you could save yourself that money and put it towards a plane ticket/vacation. You saved yourself carbs, calories and usually $20 and upwards.

The other mantra is : Don't lose the gains

Did I not conquer 12 miles in one day? Did I not turn myself into a walking machine? Was I not killing those hills left and right? Don't lose the gains. Keep the momentum going. Put in the work. You achieved new levels now keep them!

And last but not least: Don't lose the vibe!

It's as easy as it sounds- you came back recharged, excited about life and creative projects again, you finally got a reward for all your hard work... Don't lose that feeling. Stay with it and make it happen again. Crush your goals and live your best life. Don't lose the vibe you are riding, don't let the world stomp you down again.

Vacation was so good for me ❤️

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