Well, the good news is that we got in a quick walk this afternoon, hopefully setting a pattern for the rest of the week. I also threw out the rest of the top ‘n’ fill without submitting.
Bad News is that BMB bought Halloween choccies for any trick or treaters. We got two lots, but now there are Freddos hiding in my fridge and the little chocolate forg demons are calling my name!
We’ve had cake all week, thanks to BMB’s birthday leftovers. Part of 2 cakes and icecream- EVERY NIGHT!! So now I have a sugar craving after every evening meal. Weekends are becoming a bit of a disaster too, parties and drinks are really messing up my system. (of course, the half a can of carmel top ‘n’ fill tonight probably didn’t hurt either.
Back up to 115 kgs this week. I blame being to slack to walk, and BMB’s birthday.
Depression, work and weather have put the kybosh on walking this week and I’ve not been eating well at all.
There’s been a couple of FF afternoon teas, an afternoon at the pub, buckets of cake and ice-cream, and to top it off today, a pint of full cream milk and chocolate.
I’m spiralling and I need to get out of it - FAST!!
I’ve been trying to take control once I slip-up, not let it get me down, take it my stride. Work harder and make habits.
But sometimes it’s so hard.
I’ve been doing quite well: good food at work, no tuckshop; the occasional walk, but not the last two weeks, despite trying and failing today and yesterday. There’s the slip ups, occasional beer, sliver of birthday cake, or high quality chocolate and it’s paid off.
The muck ups happen from time to time, I could control them, but choose not too: not walking cos “I’m too tired”, the chocolate becoming a habit, the iceblock on Friday, the nuggets from Macca’s cos everyone else was having them on Saturday.
And then there are the f*** ups like today. No matter what I did from yesterday afternoon, I wasn’t going to be happy. I felt odwn yesterday after work and dropped into the supermarket. Now I was going to walk down when I got home, but thought it would be inconvenient. I avoided chocolate, but got a lite milk. I really wanted chicken, but it was too close to dinner.
When I got home I didn’t want to walk, and got all weepy cos I wasn’t happy. This morning was the same, eggs and lean bacon. At work I had salad, but then another ice- block. I really wanted chocolate milk. By after work I had given up- I was making bargains with myself I knew I wouldn’t keep. The end result: KFC, because I’ll go for a walk. Did the walk happen? No. Did the junk make me feel good? Only for five minutes.
I have reinstalled WP and started writing again, becasue I want somehting to show for my weight control today. There’s not been much - but at least I’ve thought about it and put that to record.