|Napoleon belongs in the emergency bag|
Here's my current challenge: I can't seem to remember all the things I need for three sports, plus work clothes, plus all my little mini meals for the day. Example: yesterday, I forgot shoes to wear for work. Today, I forgot underwear. I'm a hot mess.
My solution for this is my Oh Shit Bag. As in, Oh Shit, I forgot socks. Or Oh Shit, I forgot a bra. Here's hoping that with a solid stock pile of all the odds and ends I seem to forget, I'll have less days that start with a run to CVS or a "Can someone tell I'm not wearing a bra with this?" internal speak. I've stowed it in my car for safe keeping and hope it will make mornings a bit less stressful.
I'm still working on getting my ridiculous hunger under control, though, which is problematic. While I'm guessing my training helps me burn about an extra 1,000 calories per day, maybe more on the days I work out twice, I shouldn't feel like that gives me license to eat what I want. Otherwise, I'll pay for it in decreased performance or increased weight. For every action, there's an equal reaction.
This week's mantra: Failing to prepare is preparing to fail.