Well, we’re back.

And yes, it was two weeks of indulging in food I shouldn’t and alcohol which I shouldn’t, but hey, it was a holiday! I ate rice (sensibly for me, but I guess any is bad for me) and rice crackers and noodles (more soba – hardly any ramen unfortunately… but lucky!), and coffee in a can with far too much sugar, and some really addictive mousse cake combo that just polished off the after dinner beers very nicely. It was great, and I was expecting to have put on heaps, but I don’t think it’s as much as I thought.

For now, I’m going to concentrate on getting back into the groove, and I know that the weight will follow, so I’m worrying more about how I’m feeling (really good) than what’s on the scales (meh).

Didn’t get to run over there like we hoped, but we walked for fucking miles. And miles. Which was really a blessing, as if we hadn’t, we would’ve put on even more weight!


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I want to tell everyone that the movie the lush of my life and I were going to see last night was put off until next Sunday night – the night of the race. Hopefully I can drag myself from the car to the deckchair for it, cos I’m not missing either of them!

We had a lovely meal last night – far too much on the plate though, and it was hard to say no to all the chips, particularly after being at the show yesterday as well and having to pass up all the once a year foods I’d usually indulge in. *sigh*

Most interesting is the fact that if I don’t exercise, I don’t lose weight. I think there’s something wrong with that picture, so I will speak to the nutrition guru when I see him on Tuesday. It’s not that I’m being greedy, it’s just wrong in my opinion. And it’s taken me 20 bloody years to say that ‘This is bullshit’ to someone who is actually in a postion to make that call, and to have them say ‘Yes. Yes it is. Lets try this…’, is too fantastic an opportunity to pass up. Hopefully he’ll have some other ideas, but I’m just going to keep chugging away at it.

Oh, and I’ve worked out that gin and vodka don’t have sugar in them. . .

But after the race next week, I’m still having beer. To replenish myself, of course!


Yesterday, I stuffed myself like a loon. Chocolate cake, milk, chocolate, cheese, cheese shape biscuits, celery, chicken (anyone else feeling a theme here??), rice, 2 shakes even… and put on 100g.

This ‘eating more to lose weight’ is doing my head in. In fact, I’m thinking it’s the hardest thing in the world to do. Every fibre knows that you don’t need it to function (okay, so that’s in a *ideal* world, where maintenance is the norm), and yet you have to eat it. I don’t like doing it, I’d rather keep eating small, healthy well balanced meals… but then I won’t lose weight. ARGH!

Today I’m on duty again, so there’s no exercise, and I’ve eaten more today than I would normally – and that’s with trying hard. Bacon and eggs for breakfast (twice even!), kiwifruit, chicken wings and a potato for lunch, bread roll, tandoori chicken legs and veges for dinner, followed up by custard and a berry pastry of some description. I’m feeling full, a little TOO full, but not unbearably so. I would liked to have not eaten one of the legs, and the desert. Being at work there’s no scales, so that’ll have to wait until Sat – the morning of the 10 miler (that I don’t care if I have to drug myself stupid for, I’m going to do it, even if I have to walk it!). And tomorrow is PT. Touch or some such shit. I think I’ll go for a walk…