There will be no earth-shattering posts or angsty over-analyses of my deepest darkest thoughts today. Instead, I thought I’d just check-in to update you on how my first day ‘back on track’ went.

In all honesty it was mixed.

The day started well as I breakfasted (as planned) on baked beans and an egg. I’d made up a salad for lunch and had pre-mixed nut/seed/sultana combination prepared for morning tea. I had my gym gear in my backpack for lunchtime Zumba and left home brimming with confidence and enthusiasm.

Okay… so that last bit may not be true. I left home feeling weary and pining for a huge lotto win (the fact I don’t play the lotto is beside the point) or for an extremely wealthy man to fall in love with me and offer to let me quit work and keep me in a manner to which I am not yet accustomed (but think I could be!).

Although it’s only Spring here in my sunny State of Queensland (in Oz), it’s already bloody hot. By the time I’d walked to the train station yesterday I was a lather of sweat and it got even uglier on the crowded train and trek to my office building.

Of course then the day went downhill rapidly. There’s some stuff happening (boss has resigned) which meant the planned quiet day to ease me back into the workplace didn’t happen. And naturally I had a meeting which didn’t allow me to attend the Zumba class I’ve now missed for four weeks in a row.

I was incredibly tempted to partake in some diet coke, which I’ve tried to wean myself off over the past week but (fortunately) was sufficiently busy that I didn’t get to leave my desk.

My 150 calorie nut mix and very low calorie salad (no dressing, only vinegar) had me feeling satisfied, although I ended the day exhausted and a tad stressed about my lack of exercise and a job application I’d forgotten to do.

I left work at a decent hour and was home by 6.30pm; but was feeling as if everything was just beyond my control. I’d considered trying to do a workout at the gym (no classes on a Monday evening) before leaving the city, or donning my exercise gear and walking an extended route from the train to home, or just going home and getting on the bloody exercise bike. The latter always gives me a good workout (as I do an interval program) but takes a lot of willpower for me to use, plus… when home the temptation to ‘vege’ may have been too great.

The good news is that I DID get on the exercise bike and I DID do my 30 minute interval program. The good news is that I had a carbohydrate-free night and cooked my old faithful chicken pizza for dinner. The bad news… because there is always some bad with the good, is that I called in to buy some champagne on the way from the train station and partook in several glasses.  Alas, alack.

On top of that I forgot to take the job application home to complete.  Of course, not having to spend a lot of time on the job application did, however, mean I got to watch The X-Factor, The Mentalist and Blue Bloods on television. So… yay!

So, there you have it. Day one of me being supposedly ‘back on track’: slightly over calories and a bit of a mixed bag.