Most of this past week was good. 80% of it was good.
20% of it was not.
I made some poor judgement calls when it came to eating on two days. It wasn't because I was craving something. It wasn't because I was hungry, it wasn't because my nutrition plan leaves me wanting more. It's that some part of me wanted to rebel and thumb my nose at my progress. Because I have already noticed enormous changes in my physique in only 8 weeks, I guess I figured I was "comfortable" and "could get away" with poor dietary choices.
I felt like garbage, both physically and mentally.
With a little pep talk from a fellow fitness competitor (hey girl!!!), a great chest/tricep workout, followed by running the 10 flights of stairs for a high-intensity cardio workout, I am back on track.