Less of an unqualified success this weekend - but for a reason, not just due to losing the will. I did reduce my exercise as I planned in order to rest my back - stayed off the climber altogether and only walked a couple of miles each day. On Saturday I also stuck to all my new rules, but on Sunday I admit I did drink two tiny little pints of beer and fall face first into a mountain of cashew nuts as a result. You see, M sold his motorbike yesterday and as I may have mentioned one or a million times, the minute he brought it home I started waiting for it to kill him - so seeing it leave while he remained alive called for a celebration! And a little happy dance in the kitchen, accompanied by a totally tuneless rendition of an improvised song entitled 'the bike is gone' and loosely set to the music for 'ding dong the witch is dead' from the Wizard of Oz.
I was pleased.
This morning it was right back to normal with the crawling bleary eyed from bed at 4:30 and the staggering semi-conscious on to the climber. By the time I fully woke up I'd completed my 40 minutes and made a cup of coffee.
After work I managed a couple of miles walking as well, so that felt really good!
I did OK with the food, stayed clear of the booze, avoided the fizzy drinks... All good! (I'd like to be in a place where all of that sounds just normal rather than cause for bragging... maybe some day...)
Food today :
Breakfast: bacon, mushrooms & leek scrambled eggs
Lunch: homemade carrot & coriander soup
Dinner: a kind-of Bolognese influenced meat sauce made with pork mince over steamed sweetheart cabbage 'spaghetti'. Cabbagetti? Spagagge? Snacks: cashews (now buying smaller snack packs - excepting celebrations I'm happy with WHAT I'm eating but need to work on how much of it I'm eating... ) and pork scratchings
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