Oh dear. You know how my modus operandi is slogging away at the diet and seeing little result or no result? I went off-piste last weekend. As in spectacularly off-piste: Reader, I went berserk. I knew I was going out for dinner on Friday – a deal for three courses and a glass of champagne – and I knew that we were going to meet for a couple of cocktails first in our favourite bar (this was inevitable given that by some twist of happy fate, both places were in the same hotel). But.
- · 4 cocktails
- · Glass champagne
- · Flight of champagne (three small glasses)
- · Shared a bottle of wine with P (I definitely had well under half)
Eek! I don’t drink a lot – mainly because of being calorific – so this is a LOT of booze for me. P went on to have dessert wine and a large whisky – and he’d had two gins before I got there. Suffice it to say though that when I got up on Saturday I am pretty sure I was still drunk. This – combined with a dress rehearsal and performance that day (choir) – led to random and reckless eating on Saturday. And you know that I beaver away and get a fractional loss? SO doesn’t work the other way around: I put on 4lbs.
Overall – WI was today – I’m 2lbs up. And I looked back across my stats and I can see that I’ve been in this stone bracket for a year. I cannot believe I’ve been slogging all this time and have only got to x.4 – currently I’m x.7. I had really wanted to be down in the next stone bracket by now. Hell, by months ago. Still, I’m not allowing it to de-rail me into another weekend like last weekend. You may start talking about stable doors and bolting horses. You may even be right. But given that I can do that much damage in two days, if I went free-style, it’s possibly for the best.