Usually I only have alcohol once a week. This week has been, um, well... as follows:
Thu – friend stops by unexpectedly (this almost never happens in London. In fact it’s the first time: she had flown into the airport we live nearby). At least half a bottle of wine. Skipped dinner.
Fri – P’s nephew and fiancée over for supper. Almost half a bottle of wine
Sat – just under half a bottle of red plus a large glass of white
Sun – just under half a bottle of wine
Tonight – gin or cocktails with the friend I put off last week
I skipped a couple of meals but I don’t think that’s going to cut the mustard. Especially as I had a non-SW supper of meatball lasagne (cheese! The horror!) on Friday and tiramisu (Cheese (a lot)! Kahlua (a little)! Sugar (a little)! Grated chocolate (a little)!). I had less than I wanted and it was actually too much and I felt quite ill. Then I had another piece of tiramisu on Saturday.
I have a nasty feeling I’m going to put on on WI on Thursday, despite the skippage, the shunning of the ‘healthy extras’ over the weekend (which is normal for me) and a syn free day yesterday (and a low syn day planned for tomorrow). It’s particularly depressing as a mere ½ lb would mean I’d lost a stone. But there we go. I need to take it on the chin (chin... hips... belly... wherever) and knuckle down for the following week. I know that I have a tendency to go a bit awry after a disappointing week so I need to guard against that. It’s illogical. It mustn’t happen.
The week ahead: at the moment, we have lunch out for MIL’s birthday on Sunday but I am hoping one meal out, with wise choices, won’t derail me. And then seeing friends on Monday night next week (not sure what we’re doing) and Tuesday for one of those shopping event nights with fizz. So limited fizz for me. It’s not the leanest week but with some fancy footwork, I’m hoping to have a reasonable result (crossing all fingers as I type this). In any case, I must not let a couple of bad weeks become a trend.
In other news: my jeans – which were on the generous side – have definitely got absurdly big. I have the next size down. They just about fit – less comfortably when I sit, admittedly. But they fit better than the bigger ones which were at the falling down stage. I’d got used to acres (not quite literally, dear Reader) of material flapping around my legs so when I wore the smaller size, it felt odd, light and quite freeing. And after painting myself – and to a lesser extent our railings – over the weekend, the larger ones are now liberally splodged with green. As indeed am I. It does make for scruffier jeans though, so I need to concentrate on pensioning those ones off and staying in (and staying in more comfortably) the smaller ones. It’s not easy being green....