You’ve heard the old adage “failing to plan is planning to fail”, right? Gosh, feels like the story of my life.
I’ve been in this rut lately of going to the gym in the middle of the day, about the time normal people with well-planned, put-together lives would be eating lunch. I run a few miles, fueled only on coffee and maybe a cookie or 2, and then return home, a ravenous beast. Watch out, I’m going elbow deep in the granola, almonds are consumed by the handful, and my daily cookie count triples.
Hey, wait! I just did something good for my body. Why am I un-doing it as soon as I get home?
Because I fail to plan. Regularly.
No more! If I plan just a teeny-tiny bit, I can make a killer salad in 5 minutes, stuff my face with that and go about the rest of my day feeling proud instead of remorseful.