Rock BottomA Weight-loss Journey

Friday has been a tough day in the last few weeks. Some of the guys in the office I work have been making an effort to get everyone together in the pub on friday lunchtime, for some food, drinks, pool and general bonding. It’s a good idea and I enjoy the social craic of doing it, but it puts pressure on my routine. No one is forcing me to have a beer or order pizza (the bar is a pizzeria) but the social convention is to do these things and I find it hard not to join in. Sure, in theory I could have a diet soda and a salad, but I’m just not comfortable being that person in front of my work-mates. It’s something I need to work on.

This week has taught me something new though: when I drink booze, I loose all self-control when it comes to food decisions and get cravings for the bad stuff. After two pints I hit the danger zone and anything goes. (It also shits all over any workout plans I might have later.)

I slipped on thursday after a couple of beers (which in itself is a slip I suppose); after the pub I went home and ate more calories than I should have. Again today, after my socialising, I went home and bought 800-calories of crap (cakes and chocolate), with the intention of calling up Dominos for dinner. That would have blown my daily target in itself, not to mention the booze and bad lunch. Ugh. On walking out of the store, however, I got a surge of willpower: I literally paid for my items, walked out, and threw them into the nearest bin. Like a crazy person . I went home and made myself a low-cal dinner.

Phew! That was a close call. It was still a bad day but it could have been a whole lot worse. Want to know where I found my strength from? It was you. Like fuck was I going to blow it again and have to explain myself to you on monday morning.

So, thanks!

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