Oh dear. It’s not been a good day. I started out being organised, but sadly it’s gone downhill somewhat. I tripped up some stairs, then nearly got decapitated by a flying cupboard door (that had broken away from his hinge) and smashed a mug, all within the space of 5 minutes. Then my manager wanted to sit in on my induction (I hate public speaking anyway, and hate it even more when I’m being assessed, though it wasn’t a formal assessment). Thankfully, the
post mortem debrief was levied more at my nerves and ability to speak at a million miles an hour when I am nervous.
Couple the above with a colleague’s birthday (read: plenty of cakes and doughnuts), it hasn’t been a good day for food. I’m surprised I’ve made it down off a sugar high. Oh wait. I did come down. I crashed, mid afternoon. The future is neither bright, nor orange, for my weigh in tomorrow.
With the guilt of stuffing my face full of doughnuts, crispies, and swiss rolls, I decided it was time to get back on it. Back to Week 1 of my 10k plan I trudge (it feels very much “You’ve eaten cake, go
straight to jail outdoors and exercise, do not pass “Go”, do not collect £200). Day 1 is a strength and stretch day. I chose yoga. I’ve been struggling with my post sugar trough, so yoga made sense to me. I need to get back to more regular yoga practice. I always feel better after it, but just don’t put enough focus on it for some reason.
Fingers crossed for light thoughts tomorrow.