Actually, I was reasonably proud of myself. Despite very strong urges to the contrary, I did not actually eat like a mad woman let of the diet leash (or perhaps not my version of this which could be a terrifying thing). Let's look at those results in a little more detail:
1. I made SW approved choices for lunch and dinner as much as I could (although really, WHY is it so hard to get a lunch which doesn't revolve around bread? This cut my choices down considerably and when you also rule out mayonnaise, well..)
2. I arranged a cunning SW friendly and delicious al fresco picnic supper for the first night.
3. I didn't order pudding on night 2. I don't think I even tasted bf's. This is so momentous that I want to bold it and put it in red flashing text.
4. I did order pudding on night 3 but ate about a third of it and decided it wasn't worth it. Even though bf felt this meant he had to finish it and wasn't too happy about it. I take his point about waste but still felt I did the right thing. Also, momentous for me.
5. I shared 1 scone with cream and jam with bf and a shared a brownie (different days). Yes, okay, cake but in a moderate fashion.
6. I drove on nights 2 and 3 so only had 1 glass of prosecco in total.
7. We walked every day and one walk had 3 such ferocious climbs that my legs were literally shaking at the top and I was gasping for breath.
1. Booze. Half a bottle of champagne on night 1, half a bottle of prosecco and half a bottle of wine on night 4. This is a lot for me and I felt a bit dodgy on day 5.
2. Breakfast: yep, had (3 American style) blueberry pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast every morning. And toast with butter (homemade sunflower seed bread, mmmm)
3. I had 2 cupcakes; they were amazing. On days 1 and 4.
4. I had pudding on night 4 (coconut pannacotta with pineapple sorbet and pineapple carpaccio)
5. I had an ice cream (2 scoops) - it SO wasn't worth it. No more ice cream for me. I love Mr Whippy (low rent, I know) and Ben and Jerry's macadamia madness or phish food and that's pretty much it.
6. I did still have those half cakes. I don't regret those in the same way as the ice cream.
7. Lunches weren't perfect - just the best I could do. Moules in some creamy-cider sauce (left the sauce), a ham ploughmans which came with a wedge of bread (I ate most of the bread but I really wanted a stilton one or a cheese and chutney sarnie so felt noble), an asparagus frittata (which had a smidegeon of cheese) and a glass noodle and chicken salad (had peanuts in it - delicious but not SW friendly)
Reading all that, you will probably guess that my encounter with SoD yesterday was not a happy one: I put on 5lbs! I may be deluding myself, but that sounds unduly harsh to me. But, as a friend pointed out, I enjoyed the weekend and now I just have to move on. Which is what I'm doing. Bf said he'd be glad to get back to a more sensible diet "Quick on, quick off" he opined cheerfully. Well, I do hope so, but that's never been the case for me. Very happy to be proven wrong here.