The best laid plans
After my workout on Friday, I came home and resolved to get to the gym at least once, if not twice over the weekend. After all, it was going to be quiet and cheap weekend, considering I was getting my hair done on Saturday and would therefore be broke.
Oh, how God obviously laughed at my plans.
So, Saturday’s hair appointment took about 3.5 hours (I have a lot of hair to colour!) and I had to get some food in me so I went home and ended up doing laundry and then napping. There goes the gym on Saturday – but no fear, Sunday is still an option. After all, Saturday night is going to be a quiet one … right?
Ummm. Yeah. Quiet one.
N came over and we sat chatting for a while and then decided to go to a pub for some sweet potato fries and a quick drink. We ended up ducking into Scruffy’s and encountered a group of English rugby boys and 2 bottles of white wine.
Let’s just say I got no sleep and spent Sunday nursing the most wicked hangover I’ve had in a long time. Okay, 3 weeks.
And this after promising my trainer I would cut down on the alcohol. Psssht.
I didn’t make it to the gym. I was in bed last night at 9pm and slept through to 6am, when my alarm should have gone off, had I remembered to set it. I’m really glad that I’m a creature of routine because otherwise I would probably still be asleep, oblivious to work and the world around me.
I kinda wish I was.
Oh well, onwards and upwards. Training session tonight with J and then off to see Sex and The City with the girls.
Empty calories vs feeling happy?
So I’m watching tv right now and they’re showing a new episode of X-Weighted on Slice and the nutritionist was talking about how many calories are in vodka + mixers and it amazed me. I don’t know why really – I’ve always known that there are calories in everything and why should vodka be any different. I haven’t really been paying much attention to my drinking – not that I drink a lot but come summer, I’m usually out drinking and socialising most evenings.
So, I decided to add up all my drinks this past week.
Thursday = 2 x Bloody Caesars; 3 x Coronas = approx. 500 calories (ouch!!)
Friday = 3 x premixed Smirnoff Ice; 1 x shot tequila; 2 x Vodka Sevens = approx. 400 calories (double ouch!)
Saturday = 1 x Corona; sake (who knows how much?) = approx 250 calories
So, over the weekend I consumed over 1000 calories just in alcoholic beverages. That’s frightening. All my hard work in eating is completely negated by the drinking. True, this was an extreme weekend, being a long weekend and all, but still. That’s insane.
I’m in a little bit of shock right now but once I process this, I’ll do something about it. How happy do I feel about this all now? Umm … not so happy.
Ugh.
This week in cravings
I’ve tried. I really have. But the cravings were too strong. I gave into the chocolate and the alcohol (3 glasses of wine on Wednesday night, 2 glasses of Sangria last night) and you know what? I enjoyed it. I needed to relax a bit.
This week has been a tough week. It’s been the longest week in history. I’m sure each day was more than 24 hours and there were more days squeezed into the week. Work was very stressful – I got an email on Sunday night about some problems in a project that had already gone to print and there were no details. I spent Monday trying to chase them up, to no avail. All the author would say was that he found “some typos” and he could only email me with the details at 6:30pm. So I cancelled dinner plans, went to the gym and then headed straight home to check email.
“Typos?” These were not typos. These were serious ERRORS. Seriously not good. So my stomach was in knots while I tried to figure out what to do. My knots had knots.
And then M called and we broke up. That was an hour of the night and the rest of the night was screwed. Sleep? What’s that?
Tuesday was a mad rush of trying to solve the issues at work and not cry about the whole relationship thing. I felt like shit all day and I was tired and stressed. And I kinda felt the weight of the world on me.
Wednesday was better but I was majorly distracted. I really didn’t get a lot done during the day. I wanted to be curled up in bed or on the couch or just somewhere else. I couldn’t concentrate. But I went to the gym and trained after work and I HURT. I asked Joe to push me hard and he did. I felt it. I maybe could have pushed harder but I still felt it. My arms hurt when I went to push the soap dispenser! I went home, had dinner and 3 glasses of wine and a lot of laughs, which was ultra important.
Thursday was a no-exercise, so-so eating day – I worked from home, stayed in sweatpants until 5pm when I went out for Mexican (hence the pitcher of sangria). Good night.
I work up with a sore throat this morning which sucks. Tonight will be a no-exercise night as well – going to the cousins for dinner, which means unhealth-ish food and a late night. Gotta do the family thing though.
What a freaking week.
I'm a twenty-something Aussie who was living in Canada and has now moved to New Zealand and trying to be somewhat strong and healthy while I navigate the perils of living with my Boy, freelancing and planning a long-distance wedding without losing my mind. Welcome!
