The theory goes that the first week of a challenge should be filled with vim, resolution and enthusiasm. It's an excellent theory, and one which I wish was true in my case...
The reality is that I sort of forgot, and then on Friday I made Chelsea-ish buns (moreishly good, recipe to follow) for a special valentines breakfast and (later!) drank far too much wine. Consequently I spent the rest of the weekend eating chocolate and carbs. And cheese.
Because I'm clever that way.
So I'm not expecting miracles on the scales or tape measure tomorrow (not least because I forgot to take starting line measurements/weight/photos. As I said: clever).
It wasn't a total dead loss, though. I did make some incremental improvements:
- I did a couple of workouts, and enjoyed them.
- I remembered to drink a pint of water before my meals a few times, and felt better for it.
- I tried to make healthy choices (some of the time) and replaced my desk sweetie stash with a fruit bowl. In fact, it was going pretty well - in a low key sort of way - until I went slightly mental at the weekend.
Today is a new week. I plan to consolidate and build on those little wins. I'll also do the measurements thing and run three times. Yes - three! Not once on Monday and then skip it for the whole week, thus ensuring zero progress and nagging guilt. Like a boss.
I'm also going to break out the Floradix tonic and green smoothies. Because I need to find some energy from somewhere, and apparently mainlining caffeine is 'a bad idea'...