As you know, at the start of my 5 Stone Challenge, I had to attend a stag, where I somehow managed to restrain
myself from drinking whilst everyone else certainly let loose and drank my
share and then some, so I thought that because I had managed to overcome that
hurdle, this one would be easier…how wrong I was!
So the day actually started off quite
well. The wedding breakfast had a
starter of pâté with melba toast, so I just had a little pâté and no toast. The
main course was bangers and mash, something I’ve been craving for ages, but I
only ate one of the sausages and a little potato, but all of the peas. The desert, as you can see from my picture,
was a very rich chocolate cake, which I donated to the guest sitting to my
right. I had a glass of champagne with
my meal for the toasts, but other than that, I was drinking water. Then the evening came and that I thought I’d
let myself have a glass of sauvignon blanc, which ended up being the nail in
the coffin of my diet. I think the only
thing I may love more than a wedding is a glass of wine. I love all sorts of different wine and always
have – it’s my Archilles’ heel! Then the
evening guests arrived and I thought I’d share another glass with them. Then the deejay started and another made
sense…needless to say, a very long evening which ended up in the hotel’s bar at
some ungodly hour of the morning many, many bottles later and the last thing on
my mind was my diet!
Now, whilst this is clearly disastrous
for my challenge and boy did I feel guilty when I woke up, I did go down to
breakfast the next morning where all of the other guests were tucking into their
well-deserved lard-laden full English breakfasts and all I had was a few cups
of strong black coffee. I didn’t want to
make the situation any worse, so I got home and cooked myself some chicken in
garlic and chilli and put it in a low-fat wrap with some homemade tomato salsa,
some spinach and cucumber and spent the rest of the day drinking lots and lots
of water. I also danced all night, so
hoping that some of the massive intake of calories through wine were worked off
on the dance floor!
So ultimately, I made a mistake. It’s one I feel guilty about, but I actually
don’t regret it. It was a fantastic
weekend and one which I will treasure the memories of for a long time. The important thing now is to get back on the
wagon and exercise that bit harder this week to work it off. I do have one big problem that is scaring me
at the moment though…my cousin is getting married this coming weekend, so the
torture begins once more. Thankfully, I’d
adapted the menu for my dieting needs this time though and the drink…well, we’ll
just have to see how we go. Wish me
luck!!
I feel your pain mate, I've not drunk all January & bloody Brentford have gone & drawn Chelsea in the FA Cup next Sunday... Chances of staying on the wagon... Zero....
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the FA Cup. Us West Ham fans got knocked-out by Man U in the 3rd round, so I feel your pain!
DeleteHi its not a mistake, or a blip or you've been bad, its just life and a learning curve. If you go on a diet somewhere along the line you've got to come off it. Look at it like lifestyle choices and you can't go wrong because theres no right! Glad you had a lovely time, keep calm and carry on ;0)
ReplyDeleteThank-you Amanda and I agree with you, of course. These trials and tribulations will continue to keep happening at intervals and if this diet regime is to be successful in the long-term, I will have to find a way to deal with them appropriately. I appreciate your comments!
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