I suspect a week or more has passed since I last posted. I could work it out I guess, but I am wearing socks so can only count my fingers… And, frankly I am sitting out on a verandah on an esplanade overlooking a beach. And drinking champagne.
I came here 3 days ago. I ate crap the first day. I was (mostly) good (with the exception of too much alcohol) the second day, and today I have eaten (a 200g bag of) corn chips.
I passed through my hometown (where I will return in just over a week to care for my mother after an operation) on the way here and I got on my parents’ scales… as I have every intention of (sometime soon) getting back on track and monitoring my weight and what I eat.
Though I am failing parlously on the dieting-front, I have been doing some exercise and been on long walks (well, 40-45 mins) each morning for the last two days. I want to continue this and return to someone who (despite everything else) is ‘relatively’ (and it IS all relative, isn’t it?) fit.
When I called into the local supermarket for my corn chips this afternoon I told myself that I would only buy one packet. I bought two. The same thing happened two days ago on my arrival here. Even before I went shopping today I tried to remind myself that I actually had a good day yesterday and so I shouldn’t negate that effort by having a blow-out today. I wasn’t supposed to buy ANY corn chips and make do with popcorn instead.
I have been able to prevent myself from buying chocolate. When shopping after my arrival I had a bag of chocolates in my basket as I walked towards the supermarket checkout…. but sanity prevailed and I put them back. So… small wins.
Perhaps tomorrow will be the day I pull out my Weight Watchers books and start tracking. I hope so….