Last night I was at Trader Joe’s stocking up on veggies (since they were apparently ransacked before I got there on Sunday (never go to Trader Joe’s on Sunday night)), and the friendly man bagging my groceries was all like, “Where are the potato chips? Eating healthy!” I call that a win. I can’t even remember a time I’ve gone to Trader Joe’s, or any grocery store for that matter, and made it to the check out without at least three impulse buys (read: SNACKS!). My weaknesses are all things dark chocolate, red wine, kettlecorn, cookies, fancy cheese—okay, pretty much everything. But, I cleared my refrigerator of temptation, so why even go down that road? In order to succeed, you have to set yourself up for success!
Which leads me to today. For all intents and purposes, it was a normal Wednesday. Except for one thing: I was determined to succeed. Sure, I hit snooze a few times; but man, when I finally woke up, there was a fire inside me. I chose going to bed over meal prep last night, which had me in the kitchen first thing in the morning chopping salad ingredients and crisping the hell out of some bacon. I managed to make it out the door a mere two minutes after my goal departure time, with enough WHOLE food to keep me satisfied until after yoga. Then, the traffic gods shined a light on me and said, “Go forth! We will only make you wait NINE minutes at the evil traffic light at your exit ramp. Be early to work today. You’re welcome!” What a difference a good morning makes!
Fast forward to our weekly whole staff meeting, snacks included. Have I mentioned I love snacks??? I can’t even tell you what was on the snack table. Okay, there were munchkins. And some carrots and hummus. Whatever, I didn’t care. I put bacon AND avocado in my spinach and salmon salad, so I wasn’t really featuring anything else. Not even tempted one bit. It felt amazing. PD ended on time, so I had enough time to throw some sweet potatoes and pork chops in the slow cooker* before heading to yoga, allowing me freedom after class to do things I like to do, like write about how great my normal day was.
The cherry on top: A killer parking spot right in front of yoga… WITH A BROKEN METER!
::cue the music::
*Tonight’s dinner inspired by Stockpiling Moms