Blown It

Week One

The first week of my holiday was in strict diet mode.  From the build up and intensity of the last 6 months, the adrenalin was still running high and it stayed with me for a good 7 days.  I took Weetabix for breakfast so I didn't have the bother of weighing cereal.  Eating out places were carefully vetted for 'grilled' options.  I managed to say no to Cornish ice cream cornets with clotted cream topping.  Shared a cream tea, which was an idea suggested to me before I left London, though I didn't know that a friend was going to leave half a scone and I had to have that!  Maybe that was the beginning of week two?

Week Two

The second week of the holiday, went slowly down hill.  That dam left over scone may have started the decline.  Though on reflection it only takes a couple of slips, the wrong word, a little upset or in my case, my mobile phone crashed.  Big mistake to go shopping on the verge of a crisis.  Binge eating doesn't fix a crashed phone, nor does it fix any of  life's crises.

At the beginning of week 2, I continued diarising my food tracker. This is my blank tracker:    ready to fill out for the week. The reason it starts on a Friday, is because that's my weigh day and commences my Day 1 of the week. There's not much point pretending I didn't eat stuff and most importantly, it leaves an official poignant mark, seeing it written down.  In the past, I may take a week to recover.  When I was Weight Watching, (or rather when I lapsed during weight watching!) Weight Watchers UK I used to eat myself to chocolate and cake heaven/death, before returning for the next weeks weigh in and then attempt to start afresh.

Summary

If I can learn one thing from this trip . . .

Have and enjoy the binge.  It's been a long time since I eaten chocolate and biscuits and stuff.  Binging is eating out of control.  If I bought a packet of, for example, biscuits, I'd eat the whole packet. In a social situation, where you might find a plate of biscuits, it's much more manageable to eat one and be in control.

Eating out tonight at: Pan Asia.

Somebody Stop Me!

OMG - I over did.  Please let me remember this dam awful feeling in the top of my stomach.  Like having 3 Christmas dinners in one session.  Why do I do it?  I feel rotten, to the point of throwing up. It was one of those self service restaurants.  Chinese, Indian and Asian food.  Starters, Mains, Veggies, Desserts and everything in between.  You serve yourself from either the cooked dishes or choose a raw option and the chefs cook it while you wait.  So my eyes are bigger than my belly.  It's not enough to have one dish of each course - oh no - the pig I am, has to have at least 3 dishes of each course.  I'm not writing all that xxxx on my tracker!

I am never, ever, ever going to do that again.

There's a BQ lunch planned for tomorrow .  .  .

Heading back to London tomorrow evening.

Be back soon

TTFN