Yes x3 today again for me. It's getting easier especially on work days.

September 14
Did I exercise for at least 20 minutes? Yes.
Did I stay within my calorie budget for the day? Yes
Did I keep track of everything I ate and drank? Yes.

Sept 14
Exercise yes, Tabata and rolling machine for 50minutes
Tracking yes
Calories yes

3 x yes today. Hard work but kept it together. Off for an early night to make sure the kichen stays closed.

3 x Yes
Looking forward to the weekend !!

9/14
Exersized?- yes
Caleries?- yes
Logged?-yes

jjjcat wrote: »

Sept 14:
Well....it is tempting not to sign in amidst everyone’s success, but I will own it, to hopefully avoid what happened occurring again (too often).
Today I was involved in some snaccidents which obviously put the calorie count way over. They were not even worthwhile snaccidents or favourites etc sadly.
Anyway.....onwards and upwards.

@jjjcat Thank you for signing in! That’s the way to success!

Your insight that your snaccidents (love this word) were not worthwhile, nor favorites will lead you to better outcomes in the future!! We might as well make sure every calorie delights us, no?!

“The winner is not the one who never falls, but the one who gets up Fastest!”

The Race
attributed to Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

Friday check in

Tracked: yes
Calories: under
Exercise: 30 min treadmill. 17k steps

Yes x 2: tracking and exercise

First pass day today, was over in calories. Ive been trying so hard to stay under, knowing that this Sunday I'll need a pass day. I just wasn't able to swing it tonight, but I'm glad that I still made good choices and didn't go over by much.

September 14
Exercised?: Yes (20 mins, to and from office)
Calories?: Yes
Tracked?: Yes

Long day in office, but not as hard as no client presentations.

After getting back to hotel late, took a nap and did not walk till 6:00am next morning (must have needed the sleep).

Tomorrow is explore Madrid day for me. I expect to do a lot of walking.

@MadisonMolly2017. I love that story.

“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

We all fall at times. The ones who succeed are the ones that refuse to stay fallen.

Yes again to all 3

I'm not hitting the goals at the moment. Eating isn't too bad but tracking is not happening properly at all. I need to get it back in routine. I am close to the goal I want (5kg) and have maintained here for 2 and a half years so if I am going to drop to the goal I want, I need to track consistently.

Exercise is never going to be a problem for me. I found a sport I adore and with my club am motivated to push hard, train often and build on my weaknesses to improve all the time. I may not get time in every day (rest days are important too but I should be stretching on those days) but my overall hours per week are definitely above the required amounts! I did 5 hours on Thursday this week...

I'm out of winners circle this month but that doesn't mean I should give up at all. I have other goals to work towards, like hitting my goal weight before my next big competition in early December!

So, today I log and keep my food choices under control. I will also prep for the week...