Week 13 : IT STARTS NOW! (Again)

Well, I told you this week was going to bad. And I was not wrong. 1lb fatter. See how it creeps up when you get slack? In this instance, the term 'slack' means 'only having one fast day this week'. And it turns out that 'only having one fast day this week' also means 'having a fast day until I get home and eat several pieces of fridge cake'. Yes sir, things got bad…

Let's blame it on the Bank Holiday. It's an excuse to stuff your face, which is what I did. The BF and I went to a local burger bar and it was amazing. The food gets better every time I go. I tried to restrain myself by ordering plain fries instead of loaded fries with my chilli burger, but the moment BF's arrived (he ordered his with cheese, bacon and spring onion) I instantly regretted it. The burgers suddenly looked smaller than they used to — mainly down to the fact that we had not eaten a thing all day — so we though about ordering some chicken wings to go alongside if we needed them, but we were pleasantly stuffed by the end. I ordered a Oreo milkshake with added malt for dessert (even though I was pretty full) as it seemed like a nice way to end a very tasty meal. Plus, I knew the shakes came in just a normal tumbler size. At least, they used to.

Along came the waiter, placing what looked like a 1.5 litre steel vat in front of me. It was full of ice-cream and Oreos and malt and milk. But I was already full of burger and chilli and chips and mayo… It was really delicious, but I barely made a dent in it, which is unusual for me. Luckily, my BF managed to drink quite a lot of it after his ice cream (where does he put it? WHERE DOES HE FUCKING PUT IT???), so at least it didn't all go to waste.

Now, Mondays are usually my fast day, so if I didn't want to fast that day, I should've moved it to another day. But I didn't. Instead, I decided that as I was going to visit my mum on Tuesday I couldn't possibly fast then, and then Wednesday I wanted to run so I couldn't do that either… so my only fast day was Thursday. And that was a piss poor effort, let me tell you. I was fairly good all day, and then I just went home and caned several bits of fridge cake with tea, probably with some crisps as well. *Sigh* I think it was because earlier in the day, I had been writing the previous week's blog, and I realised I had 6 weeks until my weekend away with my uni gals. That made be realise I needed to get serious. But seeing as I had pretty much ruined the week with no exercise and only one fast day, there was no way I was going to lose weight. So I thought I would just eat what I wanted, and draw a line under it. I was OK with that though and I kinda felt good about having a fresh start with a challenge. 

I need to track more on the weekend, though. I end up eating so much due to boredom, and it's all the wrong food too. Well, it's the right food taste-wise, but the wrong food waist-wise — BOOM! At least if I know I've eaten most of my daily allowance by lunch, I will feel guilty and eat less for dinner (ha!). Next week I'm sticking to calories, drinking water, exercising and focusing on my six-week goal. 

OH, FUCKING HELL.

I almost forgot to tell you. So, by Friday, I knew it had been a week of epic fails, so a colleague and I decided to go out for lunch as we had recently been paid. A former colleague of ours was also meeting us with her baby and partner, but she was running late, so me and Work Mate decided to head down to the pub and order our food as we only had the one hour for lunch. Work Mate decided just to order some chips, but then she is tiny. I really didn't think a small portion of chips was going to fill me up (I'm about twice her girth), but they had a large chip option as well. Brilliant, I will order that. 

So we are sitting chatting and the waiter comes out and puts our chips on the table. I honestly could have died of embarrassment…

These chips tasted amazing — I WILL be going back!

I'm not even sure this picture does it justice. Suddenly — to anyone who may have been watching (mainly these two women who were just gawping at me from the next table, even though they were both bigger than me!) — it was quite apparent why and how I was double the size of Work Mate. I tried to distance myself from the chips as much I could, pushing them into the centre of the table, leaning forward to take one and then sitting right back into my seat whilst I ate it. I was hoping it would look like I was just a bit of a grazer who was nibbling a little, rather than some greedy pig hunched over a plate of chips. Oh, and I kept saying "You HAVE to help me eat these!" really loudly even though I didn't want to share them AT ALL. To be fair, it was only as much as you would get from down the chippy, and a normal person would probably manage to eat that. It just looked worse because of Work Mate's tiny bowl next to it… Yeah, let's blame her, stupid skinny bitch! Luckily, our friend arrived shortly and and I shoved the chip bucket in the direction of her and her partner and left them with it.

But I totally could have eaten them all. I just had to pretend I couldn't for the safety of general public.