What a weekend. We had visitors descend from the north and they stayed for several days and we ate food, drank wine (and limoncello) and did very little. OK, not quite true.
On Friday I still did the session in the park at lunchtime, dragging one of the visitors along for the ride. They enjoyed it, despite it being more than they had done for a long time. We followed that up with lunch out, which was only slightly naughty and dinner that night was roast chickens and cauli-rice, so nice and low carb. Dessert was a low-carb version of a fantastic French chocolate cake. Yummo. So food-wise it was not too bad at all, but the beer, wine and limoncello sure added a few carbs and other unnecessary calories. I did over-indulge but not to excess as I didn't want to be a wreck in the morning.
Saturday rolls around, and I'm up fairly early, even after a late night. Some of us decide to go for a walk in the hills, so a quick & easy breakfast is prepared - fruit salad and yoghurt. Sigh, not a low carb breakfast, but at least it's full of fibre and other goodies. We head off to the hills and spend about a hour admiring the views and chatting. On arrival home I whip up a quick frittata packed full of protein and yummie goodness. With a salad on the side it fills a gap and is a nice hunger buster until dinner. More wine and limoncello follows, I do a nice Asian chicken noodle soup for dinner which is chased down with a chocolate cake from the depths of hell! Another day of over indulging. Isn't it easy to fall off the wagon and just keep bouncing along? To be fair, I am trying my best with the food, but when everyone else wants to participate and provide, results become mixed and varied. Another late night, feeling seedy from the food and this is the first day of my pain that could be a horrific end to my 20 week challenge.
Sunday morning. Nothing planned today as people are heading home at various times and it's raining. My blood sugars are way high and get dealt with pretty quickly. I haven't had a high morning like that for weeks and weeks, so it felt like a hangover but was resolved with a glass of water and a decent dose of insulin. The real issue is a recurring 'injury' I have which has flared up during Saturday is is fully painful on Sunday. I won't describe it to you as it's not pleasant and if it's bad enough to stop me talking about it here, you really don't want the details. Suffice to say that any activity is exceedingly painful. Sunday is quiet, we slowly empty the house of people and dispose of the evidence of a weekend of excess. I begin to panic a bit.
This is the last week of the challenge and if I can't do my final fitness test at 100% then has it been a waste of my time? Obviously not, as once I'm better I'll still be stronger and fitter and so forth, but that's like knowing all the answers to the final exam the day after you take it! I have less than a week, 5 days total, including today, to get prepared. I'm going to take it real easy today, put my toe in the water tomorrow and see what happens, then re-evaluate from there. Hopefully things will be much better and I can look forward to the end of the week and the final exam. I know that even at 80% I'm still going to blow my previous results away, but it won't be the real results, and that'll piss me off.
Sigh.
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