This morning at the gym, I felt like I'd gone back to square one, do not pass go you will not receive 200 dollars. Normally, I start my workout with 40 minutes on the bike and 15 kilometers. I stop after 40 minutes but only if I've done my 15 km. I never have to do more than 40 minutes.
Today, it took me 47 minutes. Ridiculous. I know why, of course. The weekend. I PIGGED OUT. Not in a nice way.
On Saturday night, we had May's official birthday party.
Happy birthday, May!
And there, right in that picture, you see two parts of the problem I had at the gym this morning. I probably shouldn't have had a gin and tonic, a cheese croquette, a prawn croquette, a lemonade, a steak, bearnaise sauce, fries, and then, to top it all off, and because I am a moron, two (2!) pancakes with two (2!) scoops of ice cream and chocolate sauce.
I knew it wasn't a good idea at the time. And yet I didn't need that much persuading to have the pancakes. I really don't know why I do that every time. Afterwards, I woke up in the middle of the night and actually vomited into my mouth a little. Which was completely unnecessary.
Then yesterday, I was behaving really rather well all day, until I had both this:
while watching TV at night.
I'm really beating myself up about this. The self-loathing is having a good day.
I should try to focus on the positives here. I could have had beer as well last night, and I didn't. I stopped after half a bag of crisps. (The other half is shouting at me from the kitchen to come and eat it.) And I worked out for more than an hour and a half.
Still, it's just not a very nice thing to do to my own body. I shall cook something nice and healthy tonight perhaps. If I can be bothered. What tastes nice after a starter of crisps and beer?