Uncharacteristically, it has been party, party, party. And party, in fact. (I wrote that line yesterday. If you take today into account, you have to add in party and party. Unseasonal birthdays )
We’ve slipped into a state of slight nocturnality and my day structure is all skew whiff. I accidentally had lunch twice today. I have brie and crackers, then forgot and had leftover curry. (Again, this was yesterday – today I was more successful in meal counting).
Hopefully I can make it to training tomorrow and shake a bit of fresh air and discipline into myself. (Again I wrote this yesterday…)
(This is now today.) And yes, I made it to training. I was very excited when I got up early for my two-hours-before-exercise Ready Brek; the roof was taking a pounding from some beasting precipitation. Sadly, by 10am it had eased and it was, sort of, a lovely day. It was certainly “warm” given the fact that it should be freezing.
The class was great – but I did suffer on two fronts: overeating and missing classes/classes not being on. Oof. It’s the first time in ages that the class made me feel sick. And I even passed on the opportunity to have dessert last night so as to minimise the morning fat-feeling.
So I don’t think I will be promoting myself into the next group just yet – not unless a whole lot of obese New-Year-Resolution people pitch up and make me look more uncannily like Jessica Ennis than I already do
So, the Thornton’s toffee is nearly gone; I’ve made significant headway with the Guylian chocolates (two with every cup of tea, or four) ; the cheese remains untouched in the fridge.
Today Daughter#2 chose “the ultimate chocolate cupcake” from ASDA as husband’s birthday cake and I can’t face it just yet. Not after all the pizza…
I cannot wait for New Year when I can return to my frugal and minimalist culinary habits.
Of course, I should just stop eating; donate the cheese collection to Hogmanay’s ceilidh and revert to a depressing wee Weightwatchers’ meal every time I feel a bit peckish – but I wouldn’t want to miss out on the important cultural engagement with the no man’s land that is the week between Christmas and New Year: when everyone forgets what day it is; imagines they will get lots of useful domestic tasks completed; sleeps at random and inappropriate times and eats nothing that isn’t coated in chocolate.
Roll on January