In over three months of this journey from fat to fit I don’t think I have ever once had the “perfect day.” That day you do everything right.
As I was going to bed last night I was thinking about how I did yesterday, and at first I was feeling pretty good about how the day had gone, particularly since I was challenged by the fact I was in Chicago.
The Good
- Had a healthy breakfast.
- Had a good salad+chicken breast for lunch and only ate half of it because I was talking so much.
- Drank a lot of water.
- Accepted the mini-bar key and didn’t even think once about cracking the seal.
- Put in 40 minutes of cardio on the hotel treadmill.
- Didn’t eat the two chocolates I found on my pillow after turn-down.
- Had a good salad+chicken breast for dinner.
The Bad
- Slept in an extra 45 minutes instead of lifting weights. Since I had a 6:00am flight this meant I got to “sleep in” until 4:00am.
- Ate half of a roll at lunch. It was more reflex than anything else.
- Had a cup of mushroom cream soup at lunch. The salad would have been enough, since I only ate half of it. But wow was that soup good!
- Had a cup of french onion soup at dinner. The salad would have been enough.
- Ate two rolls with dinner.
The Ugly
- Nothing.
A good day. Given the circumstances, a really good day. But not perfect.
Perfect is hard.
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