This week has seemed very long and, as I write this on Friday afternoon, I am looking forward to a weekend of doing very little.
I managed to injure my foot on New Year’s Eve. Not, as one might expect, dancing drunkenly on the tables of a local establishment but walking down the stairs at my parents’ house. I’ve done it before – I have a dodgy ankle that will occasionally “turn” for no particular reason – and my foot was well and truly jarred. It came up quite a pretty shade of bruise and, although this is now fading, it is still painful. And it’s not going to get better unless it is properly rested so, this Saturday and Sunday, you will mostly find me on the bed or the sofa with it propped up on a couple of cushions. You may well find the cat close by as well.
A quiet life is generally conducive to successful dieting. Of course, with the 5:2, it is perfectly possible to eat out and have a social life aside from the two days of abstinence. But it is easier to keep eating on the straight and narrow when you’re not having to negotitate multiple social engagements. I’m meeting a friend for an early supper tonight (I was, shamefully, hoping that she might be snowed in and forced to cancel) but I can’t see us going overboard. I’ve known A since we were at university together and she is one of those envy-inducing people who maintains a perfect figure by being sensible without apparent effort.
So, how has it been? The fast days, again, were tough. On Monday, as mentioned in my previous post, I really messed up but learned an important lesson in the process and ensured that on Wednesday I ate a light lunch to keep me going. Lightly seasoned chopped salad, two oatcakes, two low fat cheese triangles – only 150 calories but the difference was marked. I could walk, rather than crawl, home for a start.
I feel like my food intake has been slightly higher than last week, and am expecting my loss to be correspondingly lower. That’s fine. I’m not going mad by any stretch of the imagination, and I find keeping a food diary to be a really key tool in self regulation. I’ve actually invested in a beautiful, hardback Moleskine day to a page diary and I don’t want to sully its elegant pages with tales of over indulgence. Actually, day to a page is a fantastic psychological tool in itself – I genuinely feel like each new day (page) is a fresh start. Might sound weird. But whatever works.
Hope everyone out there in blogland has a lovely weekend – stay warm and virtuous (or, if you must sin (syn?) make it a worthwhile one).