Breakfast: 30g Special K with 125ml skimmed milk – 158 calories.
Lunch: Weight Watchers chicken soup – 92 calories.
Snack: 60g carrot sticks – 24 calories.
Dinner: 3/4 of a Weight Watchers chicken tikka masala – 220 calories.
Total consumed: 494 calories.
30 day shred level 2 – 117 calories.
Treadmill – 430 calories.
Total burned – 547 calories.
Net: Minus 53 calories.
Well the title says it all, today was a very bad day. I had intended to do my couch to 5k running programme after school but the buses were running late so it took me an hour to get home and I just didn’t have time. Then my mum had another go at me for “not eating enough” and as a result I was pretty much in tears while doing the 30ds so I don’t think I tried my best which makes me really mad and disappointed with myself. I mean sure it was still hard but I wasn’t sweating like I usually do and I feel incredibly lazy now because I know I didn’t get everything I could have out of my workout. As if that wasn’t bad enough my mum also made me eat a snack of carrots and tried to make sure there was 300 calories in my dinner. She failed on that last one but 220 calories is still 20 calories too many. However, according to her I’m looking “drawn” and “ill”, talk about an overactive imagination! That’s what HEALTHY looks like woman, I see you’ve obviously never met before.
To make up for all this I tried even harder on the treadmill and succeeded in burning 430 calories but I still know that’s no where near enough. I’m physically sick with myself right now for how today has gone. I can’t believe I’m allowing her to sabotage MY hopes and dreams like this, it’s just so unbelievably unfair!
On a more positive note, at least my net amount of calories is still a negative number. And I was able to control myself at school today despite being given chocolate by two teachers and having a christmas party in chemistry with all sorts of cakes, sweets, crisps (that’s chips for all my American friends across the pond) etc. So many empty calories! I just kept repeating “47kg” over and over in my head whenever I felt tempted and thankfully I didn’t eat even the smallest cookie crumb. Hopefully I can manage the same acheivement in my maths class’ christmas party tomorrow.
My mum is going out with friends Tuesday evening so if I’m lucky I can make up for today by eating way less at dinner and getting in a second session on the treadmill. I’ll just have to threaten my brother on pain of death not to tell as he always goes running to my mum. Jeesh, that makes him sound like a spoilt little kid! But, believe it or not, he’s the same age as me (yeah, we’re twins).
Hopefully I’ll have better news to report tomorrow. Bye for now and happy Monday!