Well that was certainly a wild weekend! I was quite anxious about going clubbing this weekend due to the empty calories that I would inevitably consume through alcohol. And all night I remember drunkingly blabbing on about watching my calories to anyone that would listen, and even some that refused to. We get so boring when we’re on a diet, don’t we? It must be similar to preparing a marriage or having a baby; it is all we can talk about and are surprised when others do not automatically express the desire to know every minute detail of our new fangled obsession. When I mentioned my diet to one friend, although her eyes did not roll, they may as well have done because the expression said, ‘oh, no not another diet…’ I felt like shouting, ‘You don’t know because I have seen you 3 times in the last ten years. YOU DON’T KNOW! Just you wait and see! The other diets were just practise runs, don’t you realise this is it, there is no going back now, I am going to be fit and healthy this time next year…’ but of course I didn’t say any of that coz I was mellow drunk and just let The Look pass over me. My other, best, friend although a rake herself (which automatically labels her a bitch, LOL) has always been really encouraging of my weightloss. If she is bored by it she does not let on. Now that is what I call friendship…

So, anyway. I got a bit off track there. The empty calories. I was really worried all night and danced a bit more than I normally would have but I can’t even remember what songs I danced to. I actually don’t think I have ever been that drunk before, or consumed that much. I do not know what got into me. I was kinda glad that I hit the porcelain bowl (well would have had I made it to the bathroom) when I got in to save some of the calories. I wasn’t quite so pleased when I woke up in the morning and continued on my sickness fest for the best part of that day. I did lose 2lbs that day so silver linings and all that.

I have managed to complete three workouts this week, for the first time. I wasn’t going to go before clubbing because I thought it would kill me and I would be too shattered to go out. However, I workout for an hour instead of my usual 90 minutes and that made a real difference. Normally I am good for not very much after a workout but this time by the time we were out it didn’t even feel like I’d had a workout that day. Actually I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing, LOL. But I am finding out the more I work out, the more I want to work out. I was struggling to manage 2 workouts per week but once I did three, and then went dancing, the very next day - once the sickness disappeared - I was gagging to get back into the gym. I didn’t, of course, because I had no energy and I never go to the gym on a weekend but the thought was there.

Another good thing about not being so well is that I did not feel like eating for the best part of the day. I ended up having 800-odd calories in the end. But the bad thing is my motabolism halted and I didn’t lose anything today. I will eat my usual 1500 calories today and will hopefully see another loss tomorrow.

I have to have breakfast, get ready and go and buy some fresh fruit and veg. Au reviour mon amies.

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