I have NOT been doing well. The weekend was a blur of curry + Chablis on Friday night, followed by falling asleep on sofa at 9.pm
then bacon sandwiches on Saturday and pizza
and THEN roast pork, crackling, roast everything and wine on Sunday.
shite, truly shite. And had VILE PMT so when my mum said "why are you tired? Do you think there's something WRONG with you? There MUST be if you're so TIRED" I ranted back and said "Hmm, do you think it might be because I'm 41 with a very full time job, a long commute and two small children? Do YOU? DO YOU? There's NOTHING wrong with me because when I'm not WORKING I'm not tired, fancy that! And everyopne I KNOW Is knackered, we're all completely shagged out, exhausted. And you might have brought 3 of us up but you didn't ever work full time supporting your family while you did it, did you, so until you've walked a mile in my shoes I really don't think you can have ANY IDEA how I feel or why I'm TIRED. "
She said "there's no need for that kind of language"
I think what she really wanted to say was "you must surely have diabetes because you're so fat, bet that's it, get a test" (I have done, I don't have diabetes).
ANYWAY, feel like a balloon that's been popped as period started yesterday, thank the lord, and have vowed to get back on bootcamp wagon with renewed vigour this week.
Hence
100g granola (ta da!)
apple
chickpea and coriander salad, 250 cal
tuna and pepper sandwich, 240 cal
apple
and made spag bol when I came in and had bol with no spag to speak of
NO BOOZE, about bloody time too
plenty of water
remembered sunscreen
not enoguh walking, must get moron working again, commute doesn't cut it from a weight loss pov, must do more
but feeling happy now don't have raging pmt