Sorry for the delay — I have been mega ill and kinda still am, so blog activities have been on the back burner. But seeing as I will be on holiday next week and will have lots of food-related stories to tell you when I get back, I figured I should probably sum up the last two weeks. Let's start with Week 20.
As I was not going to be home on my usual Weigh Day, I had to check in on the scales a day early (Friday). To my surprise (but total delight) I had shed the 0.8lb gain from the week before — woo! BRILLIANT. I was very happy to start my weekend in Cambridge with my uni gals with this very delightful news. So what better way to celebrate than to buy a half dozen box of Krispy Kremes, eh? YUP. If I hadn't had such a heavy and FUCKING EMBARRASSINGLY SQUEAKY suitcase to wheel around Liverpool Street station, I might have even gone for a dozen box. But thankfully, my inner Jiminy Cricket wasn't silenced by me stuffing a doughnut in its mouth — it was able to speak out and make me realise that three girls do not need to eat four friggin' doughnuts EACH over the course of their 48 hours together. And so a six pack it was, which we happily tucked into with a lovely glass of prosecco when we arrived at the hotel.
It was a lovely weekend. We had a disappointing Italian meal the first night (me and my friends agreed that there was nothing worse than wasting precious calories on SHIT FOOD), but we got over it. My mates both looked lovely, by the way. They have both lost weight recently and they looked gorgeous. I have to admit, it made me feel a bit guilty that I hadn't done as well as them, but this was not a weekend to calorie count.
We had a cooked breakfast at about 11am in the hotel, which was delicious, and then we headed out to see the sights. That didn't take long because Cambridge is surprisingly small. We stopped off at a tea shop called Fitzbillies at about 2ish — I'd overheard a girl on the train recommend it and it did not disappoint. So I had a scone with clotted cream and jam, and a pot of tea. By the time we had finished it was about 3.15pm, which would have been fine, if we didn't have dinner booked for 4.45pm. FUCKER. We wanted to get drunk that night so had decided to have an early dinner, but we were all feeling pretty full after our cakes. DOUBLE FUCKER. So we wandered around the shops in the hope of building up an appetite... FUCK.
Turns out, this was not a problem. We went to Cau, an Argentinian steak place that had good reviews on Trip Advisor. We all had a steak each, with triple-cooked chips, garlic mayo, coleslaw and onion rings. OH. MY. GOD. Get yourself down to this restaurant, people! It was absolutely amazing — the best steak I have ever eaten. It was so amazing that I totally forgot to take a picture — sorry! I was worried mine was on the more raw side of medium, but it was actually cooked to perfection. We were stuffed by the end though, so we waddled back to the hotel. I immediately started stuffing myself into control pants AND control tights… We had a fun night out, marred only by the fact the fucking garlic sauce repeated on us BIG TIME. It was so bad that we could actually tell when one of us had burped on the dance floor — SEXY!
We left the next day, with terrible hangovers, obviously. But it was a fab weekend. I started to feel a bit ropey come Sunday night, but I assumed it was just because I was hungover. But the real nausea was to come on Monday morning when I got on the scales... 11st 8.8lbs.
Five pounds. I put on FIVE FUCKING POUNDS in one weekend.
FUCK CUNT SHIT FUCK CUNT FUCK SHIT FUCK MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER.
That is pretty much the last clear memory I have, because since then I have been incredibly ill. And I have been ill for over a week now. Most people would lose weight, but I've still been eating, so my weight has only come down slightly to 11st 5.4lbs for Week 21. But still, that's better than nothing eh?
To make matters even worse, I've had to shop for a swimsuit for the last-minute holiday my boyfriend and I are going on. Cue lots of crying. Never go looking for a swimsuit whilst you are chubby and delirious.
I would really like to not pile on the pounds on the holiday, so we are doing self-catering — we don't get up for breakfast so we'll just have a sandwich at lunch, and then dinner and drinks in the evening. If I only put on a pound or two, that would be great. I normally like to enjoy my holiday to the max, but it wont make me feel better if I go mad and put on loads, so I am going to try and stay a bit focused. This might be a bit easier given that we are going to hot Lanzarote, so the heat might make me want to eat more salads. Here's hoping....
... even though right now I am speed-eating a carbonara and have actually got it in my hair.
I am disgusting.
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