The cost of failing to dodge doughnuts is a 2.5lb gain on the scales. I keep thinking “yeah, well last week was an unusual week, I mean, I drank and everything” (I’m not tee total, but I don’t drink a lot). So yeah, I’m licking my wounds a little bit and trying to stop feeling so annoyed with myself.
I know what I need to do. Hell, you know what I need to do too, and rather than write about it (again) I’d just better get on and do it.
I opted for a self pitying day, which I shall call my rest day for this week. Tomorrow is a run. The weather is promising to be hideous tomorrow, so I’m quite looking forward to a run in the rain. It means the pavements will be clear and free, and I can huff and wheeze and turn a lesser shade of beetroot all to myself.
I can’t think of anything that’s going to get too much in the way of me blasting that gain off, with the exception of a meal out on Friday. It’s tapas, I’m poor, so it will be cheap on both the pocket and waistline (thankfully). There will also be no alcohol as I am driving. One thing I really do need to get back on top of is drinking enough. I’ve had two cups of tea and half a glass of squash all day. I don’t think that comes to a litre.