Day 25 - Who's the Killjoy?

Looking at Patrick's email this morning it was like he had read me like a book. Feelin run down? Check. Having the impression the world is taunting you with fine food? Check. Being an emotional b1tch from hell? Well that's a very subjective question... In short, I am feeling a bit all over the shop. Let's hope these textbook symptoms also turn into textbook results.

I am filled with moderate self-loathing as I write this since I missed my skipping this morning. Of course my plan is to do them straight after work but having them hanging over my head for the whole day is absolute torture. This morning, however, was awful. I couldn't move. Gilles rolled in late after a work event last night and was probably suffering more than me but still I couldn't face the rope....Ironically I arrived at work later than I normally do when I have done all my exercises. Next week's goal is to hit 6am 5 days in a row. Really feel like I am fighting against my DNA here...

As I mentioned on my last blog I had a work dinner last night which I was sure was going to kick me off the wagon. It wasn't PCP perfect but I think I made the most out of the situation. Of course I had to avoid all the deep fried parcels of delectable goodies but there was plenty of other stuff to get excited about like prawns, chicken and steamed beef (sounds gross but wow this one was great. It was like a giant steamed beef patty with ginger, garlic etc in some (very likely) heavily salted soy sauce) and this may sound insane but hands down the best broccoli I have ever tasted (probably doused in uber salted chicken stock). I'm sure there was also some pork featuring amongst all that somewhere but I stuck to my quantities, avoided the carbs and ate what I could without inconveniencing anyone else too much (I hope!!!). I guess I'll have to be extra careful with the salt for the next few days, starting with my lunch today which is bordering on offensive. I was short on time when I got home last night so steamed some chicken and vegetables and chucked it in with some brown rice and lemon (an optimistic gesture in the hope of taste). Bleurch...I may as well go raid the stationery closet and chow down on a pile of manila folders. Eat your medicine...eat your medicine....

I have been immersed in PCP land to such an extent I didn't even realise the Sevens are happening this weekend and I'll be out on Saturday night! Oh man... I might have to cash in my indulgence chip tomorrow night.

Apologies for the crabby post but guess this process is equally about venting.  Let's hope tomorrow brings a better mood!

Happy weekend to all!!