The weekend started with a bang. An impromptu dinner had me feasting on a delicious Indonesian meal. I probably wasn’t toooooo bad, until the dessert came, then I was really bad. But it was the wine, so much wine.
Friday was a familiar tale. In search of comfort that was found in the form of a steak sandwich, I could have chosen a salad and next time I will. The sandwich made me feel heavy and I didn’t enjoy it nor did I finish it. Dinner was nibbles at a friend’s party, the food was fab and I don’t think I overdid it – but this time it was champagne. It was a great party. I became somewhat confused, believing I was fifteen years younger and without children. I hit the pool table and confused myself with some-one who can actually play. There was giggles at the bar and the most hysterical conversation that was sooo naughty I was immediately told “don’t you dare put that on your blog.” That was just before someone said “lets have a tequila slammer”. This morning I remembered why old ladies with four children shouldn’t drink slammers.
Alcohol. Alcohol makes you hungry, and for me it really affects what I eat the day after. This weekend was unusual so I’m not going to beat myself up about it, but I’ve realized if I’m going to drink I need to have food ready the next day. Good food – not stodge.
Steps: I haven’t had the fitbit on this weekend and I haven’t been to the gym. I’ll be back there tomorrow.
Water: I’ve drank a lot of water both today and yesterday but I find it harder on the weekends to remind myself.
Fat Face Moment: Dessert at the restaurant on Thursday night. I didn’t need it, and I ate it all. Just. Say.No.
Skinny Face Moment: I’ve had many but they all feel irrelevant after the blowout with the boozy weekend. However, I didn’t load up on rice on Thursday night. I didn’t hoover the sweets at the party on Friday. It could have been worse right?
Time spent Online: Not too bad! I’ve read some of my book. And when I found myself sitting on the Ipad with a child a few metres away on the couch I changed the situation. I sat and read three chapters of his book to him while we snuggled on the couch together.
How are you going? Is it harder for you on the weekends?