Bit of a sigh of relief when I got on the scales yesterday; to the decimal point I have broken even at 17 stone 10.6 pounds, and I will take that thank you very much!
It's been a funny couple of weeks all told, and I think - between you and me.......voice turned to a whisper...... - I've taken my eyes off the prize with regards to what I am trying to do here. What follows is going to sound like excuses; they aren't, as ultimately it shouldn't matter what happens to me. Healthy eating and exercise shouldn't stop. Like always, I will be honest enough to write them in this blog, and use them as - hopefully - lessons learned for the future.
Routine is often something which is decried; more often than not because it is closely associated with boredom. In the case of losing weight, routine is something I have depended on to get this far. Regular meals, based on similar content (salad, spinach ricey thing), regular exercise (Wii Fit, badminton), and regular posting on here. Lately, that routine has been disrupted; no more evident than in the fact I am posting less - and posting late - on here.
The disruption isn't always a bad thing (often quite the opposite), but the one thing that my established regime did not account for was the ability to be flexible:
August bank holiday for me is a longer weekend than most, as my company has an extra day off on the Tuesday. This led to more free time, and only a three day week; it sounds crazy but it knocked me out of my stride.
I visited my Mum. Now I love my Mum, and I really enjoy spending time with her. Having said all that, she is 82 years old and although mobile around the house, a visit to her can never be called relaxing as she likes to be pampered (and may I say, after bringing up six Blaydons, she is quite entitled to it!). Two things which happened over the last couple of weeks were firstly that one such visit was a particularly high maintenance one after a very tough working week leaving me fairly shredded. Secondly, I go through a routine of emptying Mum's fridge of all the things which are going to be out-of-date within the next week (replacing with new fresh goodies). Rather than throw this stuff away, I take them home with me; and in that bag of iniquity are several things that have no place in the house of......well.......me! One of which was an iced jam sponge, the entire of which went in one sitting.
Finally, I had a visit on Tuesday from one of my best friends. It is a rarity to see him these days as he is a big noise in research living in Switzerland with his wife and little girl. Now previous nights with Martin have resulted in extreme levels of alcohol, followed by extreme levels of poorliness (I will tell you about the 'Aberystwyth University' incident one day, if my stomach can take it). Although our tastes have matured - slightly - to a meal and a few beers over good conversation (yep, that really should be the other way round shouldn't it?!), it was still quite a step away from 'the plan'. I am not particularly guilty about it; Martin is a brilliant man, and it was a great night, but it is time to remind myself of what I am trying to do here.
When playing badders, if we slip behind in the match by too many points we say to each other 'ok, let's go again now'; it basically means 'we are better than this, let's get back in the game'.
So this is me......going again......
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