So this weekend two things happened. I succeeded in my first week when it came to the weigh in, and crashed spectacularly into the buffers after a tough day of teaching.Sunday was our first official way in day. I was happy. I'd lost three pounds and was heading in the right direction, feeling good with the food regime and looking forward to achieving more goals.
On Monday I took a group of photographers on a walk around my home area in the blazing Bank Holiday heat. It was a brilliant, fun, inspirational session and we shot some great images and got great learning from it. We finished in the pub and I craved a beer. I had a Guinness. Nothing has ever tasted better and it went in two gulps. The second one appeared and that lingered a little longer.
I got home desperate for a shower and knackered. Eldest son is staying over and offered to cook. Via the Domino's App. We spent the rest of the night playing Madden, watching Tarantino, eating pizza, drinking beer. A perfect Father and Son night in many ways and yet I feel a little dirty this morning. I've probably wiped out the gains of last week in that one session. It shows that this weight loss thing isn't just training you to eat the right stuff but retrain your brain too so that at moments of extremes like last evening you don't crave the old habits.
I'm going to be good for the rest of the week and determined that the next weigh in will not be too awful. Stay tuned for the results but if you've any ideas for snacks/comfort food/drink when you're hot and knackered then please share. I'd be delighted to hear them.
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