FALLING OFF THE WAGON 3 WEEKS INTO THE CHALLENGE!

Before I explain exactly what has happened this weekend, perhaps I should give you a little background about my relationship with weddings.  Weddings are probably my most favourite event to attend.  I love everything about weddings.  Travelling to the venue for a weekend away in a nice hotel.  Catching-up with friends and family you haven’t seen for a long time.  Getting dressed up.  Watching two friends commit to each other for the rest of their lives.  Laughing at the Best Man’s speech.  Enjoying amazing food.  Drinking throughout the day and night and then dancing your socks off until the early hours.  Who wouldn’t love that?  Well, it turns out someone on a diet wouldn’t love that!

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!!