Even angels take a day off once in a while right? Not that I'm comparing myself to one of God's messengers of course, but I do feel like I've been behaving very well in recent weeks with not so much as a drop of booze, a block of chocolate or handful of crisps has past my lips.
In fact I've been eating so much salad that lettuce growers in the Kent mega-green houses are complaining of working overtime to keep my local shops stocked.
I bought a tuna salad for lunch yesterday which was so full of dry, bland-tasting tuna chunks out of a tin, that I was worried I might be prosecuted for exceeding European fishing quotas.
About the only other things in the salad was onions. They should have called it the 'Want to drive everybody away with fish and onion breath Salad' instead.
So tonight, I had a bit of a blowout, I've taken a day off. After running my ass off at the weekend in the Weston 10K, I've been feeling a bit worn out and the perpetual cold and rain has really not inspired me to go running this week.
Tonight instead of my now usual fayre of boiled potatoes, beans and fish, I opted for a couple of chicken and salad pittas, which aren't bad in themselves, but I accompanied that with a tube of Cheese and Chive Pringles, the best kind, and followed it with a Kit Kat chunky, oh yes, it was dirty food, and it felt good.
I didn't go for a run either, I just sat in front of the telly munching my Pringles and enjoying the indulgent.
What's weird though is that I feel quite guilty for my binging, but compared to what I used to eat on a daily basis it compares worse than a weakened Wolves side taking on Man United.
Last night I did some more filming with Kirsty and we looked at what I was eating at the start of this challenge in April and it is really no surprise that I got as fat as I did. I was eating about five meals a day, plus snacks.
I actually felt a bit sick looking at it all. Then we looked at my typical daily intake now and it's possibly a third of what it used to be. Three meals a day at the most, with bits of fruit to stave off hunger, rather than entire packets of cookies or sandwiches between meals.
And even though I may have gorged myself tonight, the fact is for breakfast all I had was a banana and fruit and nut bar, with a chicken and cous-cous salad for lunch, with no snacking inbetween.
So perhaps I shouldn't feel too guilty, there's a good chance I haven't even exceeded the recommended calorie intake for the day. Although I feel a bit sick and having cut out the really processed crappy foods, tonights 'treat' doesn't really sit well.
I bet I put three pounds back on as well, in which case I think I may have to go for a run tomorrow night just to counteract the effects of it. It's quite galling to think I may never be able to have a blowout again without having to go for a five mile run to work it off.
Still, there's clearly much worse things to live with and to be honest I'd trade a fit and healthy lifestyle for the odd curry or tube or Pringles.
3 comments:
Sorry, left out a bit in my last post.
You'd need to eat 10,500 calories over what you need to live on anyway to put on three pounds (3,500 excess calories to put on one pound), so it's very unlikely your tube of Pringles will have caused you to gain any weight. No need to feel guilty for having one 'bad' day.
Keep up the good work.
You're right, I did weigh myself this morning and was down to 15st 2lbs, which is the lowest yet! Not going to make Pringles part of my balanced diet though.
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