Weekend Recovery Programme

The week has rolled by in an agony of sleeplessness. I have not been sleeping well, and the climbing made me dog-tired for the next day too. Then I ate pizza, chips, and the kids chocolate bars for their lunch boxes. it hasn't been a good week.

I'm ashamed about the uncontrolled scoffing. Do I have an excuse? No, I was tired and I thought the sugar rush would help me get through the next few hours. Did it? Well, to a small extent. It made me feel better for a few minutes and helped me concentrate, but overall the calorie intake vastly exceeded the calorie requirement. I knew this, even as I was eating the last two slices of pizza and feeling somewhat overfull.

This is where the brick-wall lies. I know what is making me fat (eating when tired), and I know it even when I'm doing it. This isn't something that sneaks up on me. I look it full in the face and eat the muffin anyway. I also know that the sugar rush never keeps me going for as long as I need it to. I basically work too damn hard and don't get enough rest, and then I eat to compensate.

So, I haven't been to the gym. I haven't been swimming. I haven't walked the dog. I stayed in bed all Sunday afternoon. I'm not going to work today, or possibly tomorrow either. To be fair there are 2 inches of snow out there, so staying at home is hardly an act of rebellion. I just wish that three days rest would make up for six years overeating.

I wish!