Today is two weeks since I went to Berlin to visit my sister and it's been food filled since then really!!!
We both had a lovely break but given the oppertunity we both completely reverted to our previous habits of overeating, to the point of feeling ill. I had hoped that we would just have Christmas and Boxing Day off but that turned into a whole week of anything we fancied. Partly to blame was having food in the flat that needed eating (left over/unused from Christmas) and the other was getting too many snacks. Pair that with a visit to my family on the 27th and we were doomed from the start. My family (with the exception of my dad) are feeders. When I am completely 100% on the diet this isn't an issue but when you are more in the "trying to be good but not strictly sticking to it" frame of mind you leave yourself open to suggestion. I am not blaming them in any way, I am an adult and made the decision myself but I do wish they wouldn't plan everything around meals!!!
It was quite surprising how much my sisters life revolves around food, thankfully for her she has a great motabolism and can eat and eat and not really put any weight on but that isn't the case for me so trying to match her 3 meals a day wasn't the best idea. I do wish I had been a bit more firm with her and stuck to my shakes a bit more but I hadn't seen her in so long and didn't feel comfortable telling her that I didn't want anything.
My dad over the Christmas period was amazing! When we talked about us coming over for dinner after Christmas he went to the effort of making a type of Morrocan stew with chicken, chickpeas, apricots etc. and didn't use any oil. There was a bowl of rice for anyone who wanted it but he had made a real effort for us which was really nice. Shame we ruined it by going to the pub afterwards and then getting a kebab on the way home!! Doh!!!!
We basically spent the 12 days of Christmas trying to digest the previous days excessive amount of food!!!!!
I have my weigh in tomorrow and I am pretty sure that I must have put on a minimum of half a stone which will suck but is completely self inflicted. By the end of the two weeks Nic and I were actually looking forward to going back on the diet...! Which brings me to now....day 1 again and I have just had my lunch shake. I still feel bloated from the food I had yesterday and tired from a complete routine upheavel (gone from a 20 minute commute to about 1.5 hours) so that is going to take some getting used to. Already feeling somewhat hungry and stuggling to make sure I drink my water. The next mini-goal is to finally reach the 5 stone mark and maybe see if I can reach 6 by the time New York rolls around at the end of February but that's only 7 weeks away. I am wondering at what point the weight loss starts to really slow down.....?
