I am learning that illness makes me not really care about losing weight. Which is a drag because I had hopes of accomplishing something this week in that line – like maybe a pound off. But my coughing (barking) and sore throat make me want to eat whatever’s easiest to prepare and swallow.
Last night I didn’t feel like cooking so we had a very rare Chinese takeaway. (see the result of the sodium on my daily weigh-in.)
And today I suggested we go out for lunch – where I struggled to find something that would suit taste buds, eating plan, stomach woes and sore throat. I ended up getting a Beetroot Tart Tatin with a rocket, tomato and feta salad. The tatin was almost like a dessert – except for warm beets instead of warm apples. I ended up leaving most of the delicious crust because it was obviously mostly butter but the salad was lovely with a little balsamic vinegar. And a small glass of wine. And coffee. And some of the husband’s chips because this place makes the BEST chips in the United Kingdom.
We sat at a middle table – perfect for watching everyone coming and going. We read the paper and chatted and eavesdropped whenever possible. Nice way to pass part of a Sunday afternoon.
I guess I’m going to have to reign things in a little for the rest of the week. I’ve got dinner out tomorrow night in London and a hotel breakfast the next day. After than I can eat lightly for the rest of the week.
The above is a FORCED conversation because I really just want to chuck it in for the week and eat whatever I want. I’m tired and stressed and sick and nervous about an important meeting on Tuesday. The last thing I want to think about is how much I’m going to weigh next Saturday.
But I also don’t want to weigh more than I do right now – not because it would be the worst thing that could happen, but because I don’t want to go to the effort of re-losing weight that’s already gone. Whatever my stresses of the moment, extra large helpings of carbs are not going to provide a long-term solution.
Sigh. It’s only realistic that I’m going to have these attitude dips once in a while but they’re tiresome and make me feel so unbelievably bored with myself.
I’ll be offline for a couple of days but intend to come back here and tell you that I’ve made some good decisions. And that I had a good meeting. And that there was no traffic on the motorways. And that I found parking at the hotel. And that my cold is better.