Weigh in (49)

Not the worst result in the world; 2 pounds on this week, weighing me in at 16 stone 7 pounds. A blow it may be, but in all honesty not a surprising one. Again, no excuses; just reasons......
The main problem has been from having the usual routine severely knacked up by a week off work. You would have thought that having more time at my disposal would make it easier to exercise, not to mention easier to control what I am eating, but in actual fact the opposite has happened. In order to explain why, I think it's time to re-introduce you to my old friend, the bullet point.....

• The three-quarter hour journey home from work has, over the last year, become invaluable in order to plan what's for dinner, avoiding unpreparedness which leads to those nasty takeaways. The week off has taken that away from me, hence I succumbed to my first chippy for quite some time (just fish and regular chips, not great but nowhere near what I used to have). May I say it was bloody lovely!
• Meal times have gone all over the place; particularly breakfast. Without having to get up and out for work I've been having my porridge at a time which could easily be called early lunch; then the whole lunch/dinner timing is up the waaazoo. Not good!
• The dreaded booze has come back onto the scene. For someone who rarely touches the stuff these days, in high holiday spirit I did knock back a considerable number of those little lager bottles (makes you feel more virtuous when they are half as big as regular bottles; until you realise you are drinking twice as many of the blighters!).
• A trip out for a movie double-header (Men in Black 3/Prometheus) with a naughty lunch of BBQ chicken burger and fat chips in the interval (Papa G's restaurant....MMMMMMM!)
• The 'works' have already groaned to a halt, but to chuck in one more spanner for good measure, I have been suffering from a case of D.F.S. Nope, not an allergy to cheap furniture (although I have that too); it is actually a joint/muscular pain with no known cause occurring in the lower extremities. Any medical experts out there will know it by it's full name.....Dodgy Foot Syndrome. I joke about it, but it is really painful, and really annoying; making it difficult to walk, and impossible to run. Not a clue what has caused it (just wake up in the morning and there it be!), but it has restricted exercising this last week to one 5km run on Thursday. Particularly annoying as it is also the cause of some giant back steps in the run programme to take me up to 13 miles this September. GRRRRRRRRRRRR!   

It is never all doom and gloom though. I did manage to get out and plant up me geraniums (is it only me that thinks that sounds like a metaphor?) and can now look forward to many a sunny, flowery Summer's evening, happier than a pig in poo with my Kindle and a glass of something - healthy, honest - with the test match on the radio.
Further good news is that I am now back at work, the batteries are all fully charged, and as I write I can confirm that the DFS is retreating enough to make me consider a visit to the gym tomorrow (me)/this (you) evening (hope you understand that, not sure sure if I do). It won't be an easy one as it's been a while, but it will be good to get back into the swing of things and start working my way up to 13 miles, and down to 15 stone something!