Soooo… I stayed the same last week, after being pretty good for the second week in a row. Disappointed? Actually, not as much as I thought I’d be. I think the pep talk I gave myself about being more than just a number must have sunk in. So, I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and headed out the door to face a new week, safe in the knowledge that I was going to have a great week and that that half stone award would be mine at my next weigh in.
Yeah. About that. Somebody didn’t get the “great week” memo. Friends of ours had a bereavement, and we realised that we had so much on on Monday that we’d never make it to the funeral. So on Saturday we packed everyone up and headed to Dublin for an overnighter. I was being super organised, too… Having been at a child’s birthday party that morning, I avoided all the food and was being super good. We were going to get lunch on the road, so I packed a salad for myself. I prepared loads of fruit for breakfast, measured out porridge oats and packed a yoghurt to go along with it. Dinner on Saturday and lunch on Sunday would be fine because my wonderful mammy-in-law is great for cooking healthy meals. I even brought a couple of Freddo bars to have on Saturday evening as a treat. As I said, super organised.
So, where did it all go wrong?!
Well, basically, Leah + Tiredness + Stress = Bad Food Decisions.
Heading up the road on Sunday evening, we opted for Dominos instead of something more healthy because, well, something more healthy would have required much more energy and effort than we could muster up. Either collectively or individually.
Well, that’s okay, you had one bad meal, you picked yourself up and got back on the wagon on Monday morning, right??!
As they say, a bird never flew on one wing… Yesterday was madly busy and kinda sucked in fairness. I started off okay (with fruit, yoghurt and a ton and a half of coffee) and even lunch was okay (SW tikka masala from Iceland) but I was so wrecked and felt so bloody miserable as a result that it all went pear shaped by late afternoon. I know I could have done much more damage, but after grazing on rubbish, I made the executive decision to skip Bums & Tums, we ordered a chinese (and nothing low syn either), watched Downton and I was in bed and asleep by 10:30pm.
(I just wanted an excuse to post that quote from the Dowager Countess…)
So here I am. Back on the wagon. Used my healthy extras for brekkie and am getting tucked into smoked salmon idiot proof as I write. I’ll fire as much speed food into me between now and Thursday but I’m not exactly holding onto any hope of getting that half stone award this week. Just as well I’m in this for the long haul, right?
I’d love to get to the stage where I don’t end up eating my feelings when I’ve had a bad day. Or a couple of bad days. At least this time around I’m not letting it turn into a bad week.