I spent years traveling nonstop. It took me too long to admit my 'dream life' was actually horrible for my health.

• For years, I happily travelled nonstop for work, ignoring the toll it was taking on my health.
• When my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I felt pushed to finally take care of myself.
• I don't travel as much anymore, I eat a more balanced diet, exercise, and I feel much better.

I was living the dream — flying internationally nearly once a month for my work as a travel writer, crisscrossing the globe to cover incredible destinations.

Invitations like cruising the Norwegian coastline and then jetting off to a buzzy restaurant opening in Las Vegas were too good to refuse, even if they were happening back-to-back.

Meanwhile, the frequent long-haul flights, indulgent meals, packed itineraries, and erratic sleep schedules were quietly taking a toll on my health — I was gaining a substantial amount of weight and frequently feeling exhausted.

I just told myself that less-than-stellar health was just the price of admission for this sort of career. After all, my job consisted of bucket-list-worthy experiences, like hiking in Peru and going on safari in Kenya!

It took me several years to admit to myself that I couldn't keep living this way.

As much as I love traveling, doing it nonstop wasn't great for my physical or mental health

In reality, the job of my dreams consisted of overnight flights where I'd get little to no rest, then hit the ground running as soon as I arrived at my destinations.

After I'd fly back home from some trips, it would take me nearly a week to recover from jet lag. My stress levels were often cranked up, dealing with flight delays, deadlines, and navigation across different states and countries.

With grueling daily schedules on the road, I rarely had time to answer emails. I'd come home to a full inbox and even fuller calendar.

The regular exposure to dry air on planes wasn't helping my immune system, and neither was all the stress. I felt like I was constantly getting sick with colds, flus, or whatever was going around.

Meanwhile, my diet wasn't balanced or nutritious. It largely consisted of indulgent meals on press trips, where I felt pressure to try everything so I could write about it.

Saying no felt awkward, even when I knew I'd feel better if I could set firmer boundaries.

On top of all that, I wasn't exercising. After all, press trips run on tight schedules. I'd return to the hotel late, wake up early, sit in a van for hours between stops, and finish the day with a multicourse dinner.

Some fellow writers managed to fit in workouts, but I didn't. It wasn't a priority for me then.

All the travel felt isolating at times, too. I was spending most of my days with publicists, fellow writers, and guides. They were all lovely people, but not permanent fixtures in my life.

My closest friends lived far away, and I kept postponing visits because I was always either traveling or catching up from being away.

Meanwhile, my parents were getting older and needed more support.

After nearly a decade of jet-setting, by 2019, it had become undeniable that my mother's memory problems went beyond normal aging. Finally, I felt compelled to take my health seriously.

My mother's diagnosis felt like a wake-up call to prioritize my well-being

By that time, my mother's cognitive difficulties had progressed so much that she no longer seemed like herself. And though her official Alzheimer's diagnosis came later, by then, it was just a formality. We had already known for years.

There wasn't anything I could do to stop my mom's Alzheimer's from progressing, but I threw myself into researching the disease so I could know more about what the future held for her and, eventually, me.

I worried whether a similar diagnosis — one millions of Americans share — could be in the cards for me someday.

Though it's not preventable, some studies and members of the medical community suggest that certain lifestyle changes, like being physically active and managing blood sugar and blood pressure levels, may lower one's risk of developing some forms of the disease or delay its symptoms.

Even if I couldn't prevent a future diagnosis, I knew finally taking care of my body and mind would be good for me. All that nonstop travel had been quietly wrecking my health, and the way I'd been living and working wasn't sustainable.

I feel much better now that I'm traveling way less

It's been over five years since I significantly cut back on travel.

I exercise almost every day and try to regularly follow a balanced diet. I've since lost over 50 pounds and sleep much better.

When I do go on trips, I do so with more intention and a lot of focus on the Northeast, close to home.

I probably take an overnight or weekend trip within driving distance about every six weeks. I still fly for work once or twice a year, but I'm no longer constantly on the road, and my body feels the difference.

When I go on bigger trips, I actually feel like I have more opportunities than I did before. Recently, I even hiked the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim, which I would never have attempted back when I was out of shape and constantly feeling drained.

Giving up on my dream job wasn't easy, but I want to feel good and stay in great shape for as long as I can — even if that means finding peace at home instead of abroad.