Wednesday:
I had a really chaotic morning. We had some last minute changes to when people needed to leave and whether they needed a lift somewhere. I thought I had to get up early, then I didn't (snuggled back down with Aiden), then I did (panic!). Then I didn't. After everyone else was finally out of the house, I forgot that I could now relax and take my time. I went out to run my errands even though it was peak hour traffic and I hadn't had breakfast or even a drink. I spent the morning touring government departments, delayed by bureaucracy and staff incompetence, and finally got home at 11:15 hungry, tired, annoyed, thirsty and footsore.
My weight dropped dramatically after two days of eating properly, 1.5 kg down. I'm 79 kg (174 lbs), Richard, I'm on my way! I'm back below my previous low for the year. I got on the scales this morning and saw the 79.0, but then later couldn't quite believe it. Maybe it had said 79.8 and I misread it? I had been a bit flustered at the time. So I took off my shoes and heavy jeans and tried again. 79.1, so I really had seen 79.0 earlier. All the water weight from those extra carbs gone, and a bit more. At least for the day...
I had assumed my feeling a bit off colour this morning was due to not eating or drinking anything, but in the afternoon I continued feeling worse and worse. Quite unwell. Nausea, bloated, aching legs. I tried eating some chocolate but it didn't help (is it just day 3 carb flu again?). I couldn't face making dinner. The kids wanted pizza but I ordered Thai food, I thought it would be a bit healthier. I didn't have any rice but I did have satay chicken and noodles. I have no idea how many calories/carbs/sugar. I'm sure the scales will give me some feedback tomorrow.
B/L: chicken, cucumber, tea.
S: cheese, chocolate.
D: satay chicken, pad thai.
Utterly dismal water intake, I'm still on my third glass for the day. I can't seem to force it down into my upset tummy. Hopefully it's just transitory.
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Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Monday, February 23, 2015
Chaotic day
Tuesday:
Another horrible sleep, but at least we have had a cool change so it might be better tonight. Today, though, I was very tired and unmotivated. I didn't want to exercise (and find it hard to believe that just a couple of days ago I was thinking about joining the gym to push myself) but I did half an hour of Fantasia and called it enough. I did the grocery shopping, which was exhausting in my current state and left my legs and back aching. I foolishly ate in the food court, and made about the worst choice possible. Fat with a side serving of salt, essentially. Then slumped at home while I pretended to be working on my writing.
My friend Caroline and her kids came over after school and we had a cup of tea and a chat, then Tim called and asked me to pick him up as his bike had a flat tyre. He had a few hours to come home for dinner before he had to return to work at 8 pm to meet with the committee again (damn politicians). So Caroline took all the kids to her place and I picked up my husband. We got home to find the plumber's truck in the driveway, he was here to replace that hot water thing. He hadn't called first, lucky he just got there.
Then Tim realised he had left behind his backpack during the struggle to fit his bike in the car. It had a lot of important stuff in it so he had to head back straight away to get it - about 15 mins drive each way which isn't too bad but not a fun way to spent your tiny bit of free time. He took my keys. And then I realised he had all my keys so I couldn't leave the house to walk to get the kids, and also it was starting to storm. Caroline had to drive my kids home again.
Meanwhile Tim was finding out what happens when you leave a backpack outside Parliament House. They call the bomb squad. Oops. At least we know those security guys are doing their job. Tim got home eventually.
After my terrible lunch decision AND eating some unnecessary rice crackers in the afternoon, I was left with no calories left for dinner - I was already over. So I made pasta with cream sauce and bacon. I make no attempt to justify that. I made some very bad decisions today.
Just let me get some sleep.
Report card:
Diet: Terrible.
Exercise: Ok.
Water: Poor.
Sleep: Terrible.
Mental health: Not as bad as you might expect.
It's just one of those days when you're glad that tomorrow is a clean slate.
Another horrible sleep, but at least we have had a cool change so it might be better tonight. Today, though, I was very tired and unmotivated. I didn't want to exercise (and find it hard to believe that just a couple of days ago I was thinking about joining the gym to push myself) but I did half an hour of Fantasia and called it enough. I did the grocery shopping, which was exhausting in my current state and left my legs and back aching. I foolishly ate in the food court, and made about the worst choice possible. Fat with a side serving of salt, essentially. Then slumped at home while I pretended to be working on my writing.
My friend Caroline and her kids came over after school and we had a cup of tea and a chat, then Tim called and asked me to pick him up as his bike had a flat tyre. He had a few hours to come home for dinner before he had to return to work at 8 pm to meet with the committee again (damn politicians). So Caroline took all the kids to her place and I picked up my husband. We got home to find the plumber's truck in the driveway, he was here to replace that hot water thing. He hadn't called first, lucky he just got there.
Then Tim realised he had left behind his backpack during the struggle to fit his bike in the car. It had a lot of important stuff in it so he had to head back straight away to get it - about 15 mins drive each way which isn't too bad but not a fun way to spent your tiny bit of free time. He took my keys. And then I realised he had all my keys so I couldn't leave the house to walk to get the kids, and also it was starting to storm. Caroline had to drive my kids home again.
Meanwhile Tim was finding out what happens when you leave a backpack outside Parliament House. They call the bomb squad. Oops. At least we know those security guys are doing their job. Tim got home eventually.
After my terrible lunch decision AND eating some unnecessary rice crackers in the afternoon, I was left with no calories left for dinner - I was already over. So I made pasta with cream sauce and bacon. I make no attempt to justify that. I made some very bad decisions today.
Just let me get some sleep.
Report card:
Diet: Terrible.
Exercise: Ok.
Water: Poor.
Sleep: Terrible.
Mental health: Not as bad as you might expect.
It's just one of those days when you're glad that tomorrow is a clean slate.
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