Fail to Plan = Plan to Fail?

I've never been much of a planner.

I like to fly by the seat of my pants every second of the day that I am allowed.

Because life is more fun that way, for obvious reasons.

Unfortunately, working Michelle has to be somewhat of a planner otherwise she would be an epic mess with unhappy customers.

Working world = buzz kill.

And, what I am finding out on this weight loss journey is that in order to be as successful as I'm striving to be (i.e. 2-3 pounds per week weight loss) I have to become the type that thinks ahead and plans food for each day and/or a weekend (if I'm traveling.)

I also have to become the type that schedules a workout or two into every day, planning food around each of those workouts. Remember the rule??

So, I have to grit my teeth and become a planner.

Which sounds like quite the party.

Can you feel the sarcasm oozing out of that last statement?

With that being said, becoming a thinner and healthier version of myself will be like the party that never ends.

And there was absolutely positively no sarcasm oozing from that statement.

Because when I become a thinner and healthier version of myself, because I will, that party is NEVER ever ever ever going to stop.

On Sunday, I cooked.

I made salmon.

I made chicken.

I made pork.

I made whole grain brown rice.

I washed, cut up and put into individual baggies strawberries, blueberries, kiwi, pomegranate seeds, blackberries, bell peppers, cucumbers, carrots and celery.

And this was the result.

This is what the beginning of success looks like.

It is written out.

It is scheduled.

It is planned.

And it all leads up to the party that never ends.