I'm pretty sure days like these are the whole reason trackers MUST exist. If I only track what I eat on the good days, what's the point? Yes, it would have been so much easier to say that this was a horrible day...I won't even bother writing it down...tomorrow I'll do better... yada yada yada... And believe me, I seriously considered it.
But, um, that don't work.
Face the music.
Call it like it is.
Own up to it.
The cold hard facts.
Swallow my pride.
Admit I have a problem...Not just one time in the beginning, but everyday.
Admit it every single day.
Over. And over. And over. And over again.
I will do this because I can't move forward until I do.
And I can't move FORWARD without moving forward.
The challenge of this blog has always been (and will always be) to be real. To be brutally honest. And let me tell you, posting a tracker like this one is brutal. But I will continue to challenge myself and I challenge anyone in this same boat with me: be real.
On the surface it may seem like the hard part is eating less and moving more but in reality the hard part is messing up but not stopping.
If you fall off the wagon for a weekend, keep writing on your blog right through the big middle of it. Let the disgusting nacho cheese on your fingers stain the keys of your computer. Live in that moment.
If you know you gained weight that week and you have a meeting to go to--be there. Talk about it. Because the person sitting beside you might be ready to quit because they think they're the only one.
If you keep a tracker and your spaces aren't big enough to fit all the food you ate that day--write it in the margin. Because that's what tracking is for. To get all up in your business. And make you squirm.
At the end of the day (yes, even days like this)...
Be REAL. Otherwise, what's the point?