DAY 51
Scales, 12st. Happy with that, a sts week, but with the phantom gain and the London trip, all good.
Yesterday was exhausting, and food choices not good, but zero guilt or regret, as I am certain every cal was expended! A lot of dashing about and a stressful but fun interview, more dashing, then a long meeting, more dashing & train... long, long LONG journey, change of trains then off train to be met by OH at 10pm. Home by 11, in bed by half past. A successful trip and I feel much brighter and better about work than before, but also a little terrified of the Friday afternoon deadline, so after this am off to put a dent in it!
Here is the Horrible Truth:
Breakfast: 2x coffees, grilled mushrooms, scrambled egg
lunch: at meeting, latte, & top off an iced cupcake - ie, icing & a bit of sponge, left most of sponge.
tea: on train, a brownie someone had wrapped & put in my bag earlier in spite of my protests. (This is where my reputation as a chocoholic can come back to haunt me, all the sweet treats that are offered on trips south) No time to go to station shops for a salad or anything healthy, had packed & eaten a bar for Tuesday;s train journey & was relying on the emergency bar in my bag for the return trip. Looked for the 'emergency' bar and it turned out not to be a CD bar at all but a Frys choc bar I'd bought for mum 2 weeks ago & forgotten to give her. Arghh. Anyway, didn't eat it, which is something.
Supper: As predicted at Carlisle... the weak link. Was so, so tired, & wanted food. Went to chippy between trains and asked for half-portion of chips & mushy peas. I left half the chips but boy was it good.
Home, herb tea, bed.
So... not perfect, awful actually, but no guilt, and today has begun as it should with a CD porridge, I am back on this wagon and staying put! Off to do some work, have a great day all.
xxx