Back in London after a too brief weekend; it's another set of Shakespeare plays up in Stratford-on-Avon this coming weekend, and so I need to placate the Gods of the Office and do my two London days today and tomorrow. But oooh, I *so* didn't want to leave my CRON nest and come back up to town with its toxic temptations.
I was pretty sure that P and I would eat out last night so I made a real attempt to get everything in and at a reasonable calorie level before I travelled up, and I did. Blueberries and yoghurt and nuts and seeds for breakfast - the yoghurt was O% Total, and I do love it, but can I really justify the food miles when I can eat Yeo Organics from just a few miles away? No. *sigh* My feeble excuse is that it comes in 150g packages and I can eat the lot and not worry about the rest spoiling by the time I get home. I also made a fantastic soup with ginger, garlic, chilli, halved mushrooms, spinach, green beans, quorn and lemon to eat after a walk with friends and their dogs. (MUST get back to regular gym). I ate some cottage cheese before I left (or it would have spoilt). So I left home on 714 calories and over 90% on vits and minerals... and then drank a glass of wine, a glass of champagne, and shared a bottle of wine with P while eating Lebanese mezze. Argh.
I am getting bruises from falling off this wagon so much! :-)
I've indulged my obsession with monitoring my weight and bought some digital scales to replace my non-digital ones and save me having to do the math to convert stones and pounds and kilos into numbers that make sense to me. I've put on a little weight. And the ONLY thing I can blame for it is the wine because I know I am eating well and low cal (in fact, I'd have been under 1000 yesterday (oops) if I had been alone and I didn't eat that much mezze with P, but it was swimming in oil, annoyingly). Perhaps THAT will encourage me to Just Say No (after one glass!). Every little helps, right?