Flying by the Seat of Your Pants = Bad
As I flirted across in previous posts, as of late I’ve been really strict with monitoring my nutrition / food intake by recording everything I eat in a journal I created. My lifts and cardio all go in the same journal. ( You can download a copy of it here. ) Without any doubt in my mind, it has been the single most effective tool in my health arsenal.
So, guess what I went and did all weekend?
Yeah, flew by the seat of my pants. No food tracking Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday. After making some really sweet progress, I’m back near the 400 mark (to be honest, I was over it most of Saturday). Last time I do that.
Oh well, my birthday’s tomorrow (Monday)! I’m going to be twenty five – a quarter of a century. That strikes me as rather surreal, but not enough to lose any sleep over it.