At
the moment my life feels random and without strategy.
And when I say ‘life’, I mean ‘diet’.
The extreme busyness at work is massively detrimental to me dieting: it
shouldn’t be but it is. Having said
that, I have been more careful on non-starve days this week but of the three
starve days, only one was absolutely perfect.
The other two I have had more than I should without that slipping into a
free-for-all. All in all, they’re probably
reasonably low calorie days but I don’t think it works like that – in order to
dupe your metabolism, you have to have the proper starve days. And my metabolism is a wily, wily creature. It's certainly smarter than me.
We won’t manage a hike this weekend as P has been ill and is still not up to it. It will be a pootling day. Oh, and a day (read: evening) for a bottle of fizz as I got a distinction in my intermediate wine exam with 86%. It was rather subsumed by protracted fighting with BT and Plusnet over the engineer turning up to sort out our phone line which made me furious and stressed and took up most of my energy and time. But it is worth celebrating – and the weekend is the obvious place for that. Advanced starts in January! Just as everyone else gives up drinking….
We did about 7 miles last week – less than we meant to but our walk essentially went through a swamp. If it hadn’t been so flipping freezing, I would have expected to see alligators. So a certain amount of slithering, leaping and partial tree swinging was necessary – it all got a bit much and we took the shortest route.
Next weekend we have a long weekend and my mum and her pack of 3 (3!) dogs is coming up for her birthday. This means a 5 miler, a 4 miler and an 8 miler at least. But also fizz, cake and birthday lunch. And next week looks bad for starve days - there's only 1 I can manage so Tuesday and Wednesday need to be pretty lean. Thursday is Thanksgiving and we've booked the American experience. If such a thing is possible in London. With our recent Americanophilia, we had to give it a try. As I believe is tradition, Thursday daytime will essentially be about starving myself in readiness for the meal. In between that is an apple pie martini! Go on, read that again! An apple pie martini! Which I am immensely excited by but will probably render me instantly very drunk indeed given the paucity of food planned for up to that point. It won't stop me. An apple pie martini! How ever will I wait that long.....
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Will require full details of Thanksgiving dinner please - an apple pie martini sounds absolutely amazing! Also, do they really have sweet potato and marshmallows as a side dish to the bird?
Meanwhile, I hope work is becoming less manic, P is less poorly and much fun was had with all those dogs.
Sx
Seren, yes we do! I don't eat sweet potatoes, but I make them every year. We call them candied yams.
That's so interesting! I always wondered if it was apochryphal. I mean, I love sweet potatoes - but the addition of marshmallows as well...it's no good, I'll just have to (wo)man up and give it a go one day...
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