No that isn’t me. However it is a little like I was last week. I’ve had a pretty hectic time since I last blogged. The school year ended and with it came the usual chaos of creating tests, correcting said tests and then writing reports. After all was done and dusted, I headed away for twelve days to our favourite sun spot – my brother’s apartment in Spain.
We had a wonderful time. We ate very healthily for the first nine days – or at least I did – my husband can “cheat” for quite a while and escape the consequences – not me! I had been doing so well. If we were eating in we had the most fabulous lamb chops or rib eye steaks, with locally made sausage, accompanied by plenty of incredibly cheap but very tasty red wine. On nights out we had similar fare – until we went to an Italian for one of the girls’ birthdays – but I was fine – I had two starters which were banting certified. Then on the ninth day I threw caution to the wind and went for it – crisps, milk chocolate and – quelle horreur – bread.
Oh my but it was good bread! It was fresh hot French bread – not too crusty and oh so doughy in the centre – it went beautifully with Kerrygold butter, mortadella, avocado and brie. Accompanied by crisps – as you do! That was followed by a night out in our favourite Thai restaurant – The Banana Tree – and you know what, I decided that any damage I was going to do was worth it for the sake of just letting go. So I had the ribs, with that sticky sweet bbq sauce, the duck pancakes with hoi- sin sauce, and even some egg-fried rice!
We came home and when I stood on the scales I had eight pounds on from my best weight. I figured that as a lot of that was fluid I would be right back on track in no time. Until the very next day when I headed to the Radisson in Cavan for a belated celebration of a good friend’s fiftieth. That was the day of the Ireland Belgium game. Lunch was prosecco with a Caesar salad – and chips for soakage. It was followed by some very fine champagne and then a few cocktails, and a lot of crisps for more of the soakage. We even had a few chocolates! I made poor choices at dinner and then decided I’d had enough to drink – there was not a huge amount consumed – I have a pretty poor tolerance to be honest – I had about five drinks over the space of seven hours – but it was enough for me.
Dessert was the best – and the worst. Sticky toffee pudding with caramel sauce and ice-cream.
I got up the next morning none the worse for wear and had a slice of toast. At which point I felt physically ill. I had eaten bread four days out of five. I just couldn’t eat any more.
So Monday last arrived and I stood on the scales. 10.25 pounds up. I started back at zero. The mad eating I thought I would never do again I had actually done and I knew it was time to stop. To me that is the beauty of this food plan. I immediately got back on track, by making my crackers, and eating buttery scramble and loads of cheese. I went back onto my favourite page – Realmealrevolution.com and read through the participant chats to get my focus back and remind me of the good that this way of eating offers in general terms.
The net result is a weight loss of 6.75 pounds in five days. I was out again last night – Chinese – so not suited to this way of living but I managed to retain my weight loss so I am happy with that outcome.
3.5 pounds to go to get back to my three stone best loss. I’m nearly there.
It helped that I was quite active four days this week – I walked or cycled five times – that is a result I am very happy with.
Now it’s time to get the body losing again. I have found myself slipping back into my intermittent fasting and only having two meals a day with the greatest of ease. I feel so much better again. My skin has cleared up of my teenage spots. This is the right journey for me.
I feel like an alcoholic who had a binge. I was scared by the simplicity of the voyage back to sugar city. I couldn’t believe how easily I slipped back into the old ways. And yet at the same time I wasn’t enjoying the taste anymore. That was a revelation – the food no longer tastes half as good – however the powerfully addictive nature of sugar remains – I ventured back for a taste and got sucked in speedily.
I am so proud of myself that I got back on track so quickly. It’s also good to know that I can splurge occasionally – although I don’t know if I want to feel that bad again soon. The sugar made me feel sluggish and unwell. So I fell off the wagon. I’ve picked up a few extra bruises on the way, but nothing that will scar me for life. By next week it will be as if it never happened. It’s a journey not a destination as Arthur Ashe so rightly said.
Have a good week everyone. I’ll keep you posted.