While the cat's away.......

Mark is away for the week so I have been sooooo tempted to lie in bed all day eating chocolate for breakfast and curry for tea.  My perkiness on Sunday was a little dented by spending the afternoon eating churros and hot chocolate in Quaker's Friars in the sunshine and Monday was spent in a sugar rush haze thinking about going to the gym and feeling guilty about not going (although in my defence I was a healthy, healthy creature all day (apart from a packet of giant chocolate buttons) and I did my 3 sets of ten full pressups before I went to bed.  I was supposed to go to a spin class this morning before heading to Birmingham but decided I would be cutting it too fine so I packed my swim kit with the sworn intention of doing my catch up swim session that Mark had kindly emailed to me, when I got back from Brum.

I had planned to avoid my weigh in today as I didn't want to get discouraged but I forced myself to face the music and to my surprise my scales appear to be behaving themselves after the battery removal lesson and told me I have lost another 3 lbs!  Cue more dancing round the room in my pants but only for a very short time as I had to be a grown up and get to court on time.  I have also lost another inch off my hips and waist and half an inch off thighs and arms so my step was decidedly light (see what I did there?) as I headed off to the train station with my healthy packed breakfast, lunch and snack.    Oh boy do I come up with some excuses when I don't want to exercise, I got back and was sooooo tired that I almost convinced myself that I should just go home but I couldn't let the buzz I got from my scales encounter this morning go to waste so I headed to the pool and started my session.  It's not quite the same without Mark noting down the lap times but I managed to finish the session and was pretty proud of myself that I did it in half an hour without dying albeit feeling a little wobbly as I got out - I should have realised that something was wrong and of course when I got home I checked the session and realised that I had only done half of it, but hey I did 30 more minutes hard swimming than I thought I would have done today and weirdly was decidedly less tired than when I got in the pool.

 I was very proud of myself for all the planning I've been doing for my travelling food - yogurt and passionfruit for brekkie today, with roast salmon and veggies with couscous for lunch and turkey chilli and basmati rice with roast veggies for dinner this evening with strawberries for dessert.  Roasted more veggies and salmon and prepared couscous to take to Nottingham for lunch tomorrow and made up another yogurt and passionfruit for brekkie although this time I added a teaspoon of honey as it was really sharp this morning.  Should have enough roast veg and rice for dinner tomorrow night and will just add something pot luck from the freezer.  30 pressups before bedtime and I have been the best behaved healthy person ever!

Post Script - after this post I have had a totally alcohol fuelled week few days, inovlving rum, boats, boys, swimming (what time do you think I went??), embarrassing texts and a wedding - resulting in me eating chinese takeaway, fat boy brekkie, mcdonalds and half of a roast pig.  I thought that at least giving blood would mean I could dare to weigh myself because I would be weigh a pint less than I did before donating but they couldn't get into a vein so I came back punctured but with still the same volume of blood inside me (I had been a bit concerned I would be rejected because there wasn't enough blood in my blood but I passed that test surprisingly).  Now I am just quaking with fear cos the cat's back tomorrow and I think I may suffer.........