Today has been one of my hardest days for battling the naughty foods. I have only just resisted sloping off to a dark corner with a family share bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk, trying not to let the taste of tears taint the chocolate. Sadly, I have the misfortune to work with some grade A muppets. Though I do believe there is at least one in each workplace. So that sorely tested my patience and resolve.
I did resist though, then got poked by M in the eye whilst he randomly threw an arm out, and, one eyed, I went out for a run. I failed my run today. Week 2, Run 3 just didn’t happen. I managed to get probably half way round before I had to lean into the wind at a 45 degree angle whilst enduring a sandblasting/natural exfoliation. It was horrible, and the sand hurt so much I did nearly cry. I suspect I made a fairly pitiful sight. I resorted to power walking (whilst using the wind as some sort of evil resistance training), and got home as quickly as I could. I must find a less exposed run than the seafront, and will complete the next run perhaps tomorrow so I’m not off track with the plan. But, if I don’t feel like it, I’ll just be one day behind.
Anyway, it all started getting much better when I got to fat club. After a week of not really changing on the scales, I registered 3.5lbs off, thus hitting beyond my two stone mark, getting my Club 10, being 25% of the way there, getting into a new stone bracket AND being Slimmer of the Week! Result!
A pretty sour day has turned much better!