I seem to be going in these cycles of tracking really well, very detailed, and then I hit an emotional snaggy patch and I can barely bother to note what kind of tea I’m drinking at the moment I drink it.
Some choices I made in pursuit of my goals:
At a staff meeting they served pizza. I ate the tops off the pizza and left the crust.
My cat was super sick and I thought he was going to die, but I made it to crossfit anyway, just for that hour because I knew I needed it, even though the workout was less than optimally effective because I felt absolutely sick to my stomach with worry. But I pushed through anyway (literally – push presses anyone?).
Ummmm. I drank red wine instead of beer?