I am Proud of Myself
It’s no secret that I have no patience and a temper when things don’t turn out the way I expect them to. But prior to my departure I resolved to be a better person on this trip, and I am proud to note my progress:
1. Instead of ordering an egg white omelette for breakfast yesterday, I had the Japanese breakfast of rice, snapper, seaweed, and picked vegetables instead.
It wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever had but I’m glad I had it anyway.
2. Instead of getting frustrated because Ali was determined to find a Japanese restaurant recommended by American Express, and he led us around the entire Harajuku area for 45 minutes with his iPhone leading the way:
3. And when we didn’t find the aforementioned restaurant and ended up eating at a Balinese restaurant instead:
I popped a Lactaid tablet and ate my cream-laden vegetable curry without a second thought. I also had rice for the second time in one day and didn’t worry about carb-overloading.
The verdict? I’ve never had Balinese food before but this was really quite good. It is kind of mix between Indian food and what I think Malaysian food is like. I’ll let you know tomorrow.
4. I enjoyed seeing a bunch of beautiful Tokyo attractions and didn’t get upset that all the signs explaining the attractions were in Japanese.
I also didn’t lose it when Ali mentioned, for the 25th time that we could hire a Japanese guide for $65 an hour who could translate everything for us. I didn’t roll my eyes when he wasn’t looking either.
I’ve progressed beyond my wildest expectations.
5. I enjoyed the highlight of my 3 days in Tokyo – High Tea at the Peninsula – without worrying too much about how I’d feel afterwards.
I didn’t even get upset when Ali brought his Netbook to tea with us and typed away.
I didn’t laugh at him when the wireless internet went down (okay I laughed a little to myself).
Yes, I did get a stomach ache after eating 1.5 scones and a bite of each dessert, but it was nowhere near what I thought it would be. And it was worth it.
6. All joking aside, I am very proud of myself that I have not been to the gym once in 3 days. Normally I would have based my hotel selection on how nice the hotel gym is. Normally I’d be up at the crack of dawn and in the carefully researched gym to get in a hardcore workout every.single.morning of my trip. Normally, I’d be so exhausted after my workout that I wouldn’t have any energy left to walk around the rest of the day.
But instead of killing myself I went for a swim this morning in quite possibly the most beautiful pool in the world, without a second thought about calories burned, laps swam, and I didn’t consult my watch to make sure I worked out for a pre-determined amount of time.
Now that is progress!