Tip to Reduce
Weight: First turn your head to the
right and then turn it to the left.
Repeat this exercise every time you are offered something to eat.
When your week starts off with a two day hangover, you know
it’s only going to go downhill. And
that’s exactly where it went. And d’you
know what? I didn’t care. It was batch bread with Nutella and
strawberry jam all the way. I didn’t even
run to the school gate. My weights are
still on the floor, neatly and safely crossed one over the other, with a layer
of dust and an odd sock draped over them. They’ve been there, untouched for the
past week.
I managed one pint glass of my pond scum sorry, Green Matcha
Tea each day but that did fek all to beat the sugar cravings. And d’you know what? I didn’t care. I ate two, read it again, two of the I-will-in-my-arse share bags
of Giant Chocolate Buttons on Monday. One
after t’other. Oh wait, I gave three to Juno
and four to each of the boys. Can’t
forget my Awesome Foursome. Awesome
Fivesome? Anyway, I gave away 19 Giant
Chocolate Buttons. Yay me, right?
When the three o clock slump came to visit at midday on
Monday I knew there was no way I was running that evening. Way hay, maybe even that week. Decision made,
I felt free and weightless. Almost like I was mitching from school. Such boldness! Such, such, I don’t know, I don’t give a
shit-ness.
I took to my bed that night with a book that had been sitting
on the stairs for over a month. One I
just didn’t have time to read. I opened
it and read until my eyes literally would not stay open. I used to do that all the time. Every night.
On Tuesday, there was group where I had elevenses consisting
of Boaster chocolate biscuits, some mint Viscounts, chocolate fingers and two
of those mini chocolate Swiss roll thingies with a streak of strawberry stuff
going through them. Afterwards, when I
got home, there was a lovely luncheon of a Freddo Bar, the one with the caramel
inside, not the plain chocolate one. And
a tub of Sour Cream and Onion Pringles.
Yum bloody yum. The mono sodium
glutamate coursing through my veins was incredible. Such a buzz! Why all the bad press?
The rest of the week wasn’t much better. And d’you know what? I don’t care.
I took the week off. The winter
is here and it is starting to hit me. I
wanted to ease into it and take some time off.
A mini holiday. I needed to be
free of the watching of the food and just eat what I wanted to. And I did.
Most of it was not good. Not good
at all.
I definitely needed a break from running. It has been stressful of late trying to
organise a night/s in which to do it.
With the evenings closing in, it hasn’t been easy. The last thing I want to do at 7pm, is change
into running gear, get into the car and drive somewhere to run for half an
hour.
I was in my big, warm, fluffy dressing gown at that time
each night this week. Doing bed time
stories with the boys and then roaring at them to get into the bed and stay
there. Issuing threats when they
insisted on a few shenanigans.
It won’t last forever.
I will get crabby and crotchety again and feel the need for some running
speed. I will aim to run at the weekends
and if I can manage a couple of indoor DVD workouts, I’ll be grand.
I think we all need to take a break once in a while. It’s hard going at the best of times but
easier to do it all when the weather is somewhat better. I think, as mammals, it is a very normal and
natural instinct to lie low during the dark days. To go into hibernation whilst still
functioning. Looks like I had my little
winter hiatus this week.
October 5th – ten
stone eleven and a half pounds
October 12th – ten stone twelve and a quarter
pounds
October 19th – ten stone twelve and a half pounds
(up a quarter of a pound! I’m shocked)
No comments:
Post a Comment