Today, was nearly a day of undoing. Gulp! Not enough planning went into today - the things that almost went in my mouth were very nearly, not the greatest choices. I'm tempted to use that phrase we've probably all used before, 'I undid all of my hard work'. Ridiculous though really. One meal that doesn't fit with your goals, is seriously not going to undo all of one's hard work! The mind games we play with ourselves! The day went something like this.....it's school holidays, so I got up later than usual. I was due to take two of my kids to my sister in laws by 10am to have their hair cut, but before I could do that I needed to clean our big Hiace van inside and out, because my brother is going to sell it for us (six kids is more than enough for us! Wish we'd listened when people warned us about what having teenagers was like! Lol.) That doesn't include getting my training done, eating breakfast, cleaning up the kitchen, hanging up a load of washing, blah, blah, blah. You know how it goes. Notice on the list of things to do - packing snacks and lunch for myself isn't on the list and you'll begin to see how things could start to unravel. So when we finally arrive at my sister-in-laws at 10.40 (oops), I have eaten breakfast - a bowl of muesli in the car (I love a recipe of Rosemary Stanton's for healthy and scrummy toasted muesli, with a few personal modifications). But no lunch is planned. This is all fine, until about 1.30pm, when the tummy is really starting to make rather loud noises! And - there is this golden, buttery anzac slice on the counter - mmmmmm. You'll be pleased to know I managed to talk myself through it - having a coffee, to keep my going until I got home. But, only because I was relaxed - so I had the 'brain-space' to work it through in my head - goals/weigh-in day tomorrow or pieces of slice?
What have I learned - plan, plan, plan! Nothing startling here - its just oh-so true. So, I'm going to have a back-up plan - always. A protein bar in my bag, an apple, whatever - just something to get me out of a spot. I've chucked a list of my goals in my bag too - so I can't avoid them. I know - if I'd been out shopping with the kids, and things were stressful, and I could smell the smells of a food court or something - I may be telling a different story now. If I'm strung out (or a myriad of other emotions) it is so much harder to remember where I'm heading.
Interested in Rosemary's Muesli? Here's a link: