After making my Easter target 8 days early, I've really struggled this week.
Partly, it genuinely is the busiest work week of my year.
Partly, there have been a couple of times when I've not been in charge of the content of the food there has been to eat - and I've been surprised how panicky that's made me! First time since the end of January I've eaten out, how sad is my social life lol!
I've taken charge of the Amount I've eaten though, and that's been ok; but although I ate small amounts, they were things I could only take a flying guess at calorie/nutrient wise for my tracker programmes, and not necessarily the healthy, semi-veg., no-dairy kind that I've discovered suits me better.
Partly, of course, I should have planned better for this busy week and had tasty meals in the freezer ready and waiting.
Partly, I had a weird incident with some roast beef - I roasted a big joint last weekend, and somehow forgot to slice and freeze it. So by Thursday, I was still having cold roast beef at least once a day, which I loved the taste of but it was so tempting just to slide another bit off everytime I opened the fridge. I think it was due to the beef that I could quite soon feel myself beginning to slide. OK, it was a long way on the horizon but I could see a crowd of horsemen charging towards me shouting 'Jump! Jump! Jump! You're going to fail so just Jump now!"
Yesterday afternoon was worst of all. A three hour service, with a lot of standing, a lot of solo singing, a lot of just intensity, and I was shattered when I got home. I'd had breakfast, I'd had a glob of protein in some tuna around 11, because the service started at 12. I wasn't hungry when I got in but my head was.
My head really wanted to go across to the corner shop for a bar of chocolate: well, I know me, one is never enough. Plus I've got a load more singing today and I think anything dairy is not good for vocal cords.
Then my head really wanted to go across to the corner shop for a loaf of bread, I really wanted a sandwich: but I know that shop-bought bread affects my fluid retention badly.
Eventually I peeled myself off the settee and made myself a dry veg. curry from scratch and a flatbread. Not only was it tasty, I felt very smug for eatin the most nutritious thing I've done this week but I felt as though I'd turned a craving corner and, hopefully, retrieved a week that could have gone badly wrong. Weighday tomorrow, so we'll see.
Sorry this is long - but I've hardly posted all week either, and that was a sign to me that I'd stopped being fascinated by weightloss - mine and others' - and that could have been a slippery slope too.
Thanks for the space to post all this!


