OMG!
:break_diet:
Well I'm back at work after our fabulous weekend away.
I honestly set out with the best of intentions. I had a bag packed with WW snacks, apples, bananas, all bran carefully weighed out in case the hotel didn't have any... and... I'm back with most of it.
To start with we had to drive to Westport via Bangor (which if you look at a map is driving from the North West of the island, all the way over to the east to have to drive half way down the island to the west again)... so we were driving all day.
DF stops in at a South African restaurant around lunch time and I order a bbq breast of chicken with veg. It came with potatoes and gravy. Heroically, I didn't touch either the gravy or the potatoes. Not so heroically though, I ordered the lemon and passion fruit tart for dessert which was obviously made with condensed milk. It has to be the most divine thing that I've tasted ever.
By the time we reached the hotel it was 8.30pm and we were both hungry. Into the restaurant and I ordered the stuffed breast of chicken with tarragon and cream sauce. I
forgot
to order the sauce on the side so the whole plate was swimming in this gorgeous creamy sauce. I tried and did manage not to eat it all but felt guilty at eating two dinners in one day. Still I didn't eat the potatoes... so that's something.
I had a Fry's turkish delight somewhere along the way too. At this point, I had decided that that was my 49 weekly points taken care of so I'd be really good from now on.
The next morning and we're down for breakfast... I ordered bran flakes (they came with full cream milk... aargh!) I ordered a plate of bacon, with two poached eggs, some beans and tomato.. I was doing simply filling that day y'see...
I had two slices of brown bread along with that, and for some unknown reason I put butter on them!
So anyway, I thought I should point all that and I think it came to about 30pp and that was only breakfast! :wave_cry: bye bye good intentions!
I'd be better at lunchtime, I promised myself. It was pouring with rain so we stopped in at this mountain lodge for lunch. I had the carrot and ginger soup and they assured me there was no cream in it... it was devine! The waitress talked me into having a salad too so I demanded balsamic dressing with it. I couldn't believe it when she brought out a caesar salad, complete with cheese, chicken with the skin on. I was completely sabotaged! I shared this with DF to minimise damage.
We stayed at this mountain lodge nearly until tea time (I had a couple of ports to while away the time). The waitress there had recommended an Italian restaurant for tea so we stopped in about 8pm. I ordered a pepperoni pizza, salad, chips and garlic bread between the two of us. DF announces then that he's not hungry!
But he soon gets into the swing of things by the time the food arrives. I ate 3/8 of the pizza, half of the salad (with what looked like a mayo dressing :sigh
a few chips and a slice of garlic bread. Totally stuffed we went for a walk around the town. Stopping into a shop to look at the valentine's cards and picking up a wispa gold bar on the way. :break_diet:
So the next day we're heading home, I was much better at breakfast and had bran flakes with bare minimum amount of milk. Two poached eggs on toast with no butter. I was determined to try and get things back on track.
DF stops in at a chippy on the way up for lunch. I didn't even protest at this stage. What was the point? Who was I kidding?
I had a taco chip for lunch (chips, mince beef with peppers and onions, taco sauce and grated cheese). I was disgusted when I was finished and my mouth felt all "fatty". I could see all the fat running about the bottom of the tray... so what better to combat that but a warm chocolate muffin with ice cream split between me and DF.
"Right, that is totally it now!", I said to myself and off we drove back home.
Arriving back at the house, both of us felt sick. I can honestly say that I have never felt so full of complete and utter rubbish. We only had a bowl of All bran for tea.
On the way up the stairs to bed I thought I'd weigh myself. Normally if I'm weighing at home, I weigh wearing my pjs or nightdress but at that point I was wearing my jeans, belt, heavy boots etc but I still couldn't believe my eyes! I was 10lb heavier!!
I'll check that again in the morning I said to myself as I climbed into bed. It was an odd feeling, I had such a brilliant time with DF, just me and him and it wasn't just about eating whatever I wanted, it was just about being together away from all of our usual stresses and responsibilities and yet the scales were scaring me with the news.
I weighed myself the next morning and I had gained 3lb! There it was the shocking truth and cost of my weekend of being off plan.
Yesterday we were still in holiday mode but we ate sensibly. Cereal for breakfast, crusts away sandwich for lunch and chicken kebab and salad for tea out at a restaurant.
I weighed myself again this morning and think it's down now to a 2.5lb gain... so I reckon it'll be a miracle if I at best STS this week but more likely to have a gain.
So there it is... I thought I was a changed woman and that WW had taught me new eating habits but apparently not. Still, I had a damn good time while I was away and that's what matters most!
