Motivation Meltdown

It’s been a pretty crappy week this week. I have returned to my gob-stuffing, indolent ways and gained around 4 pounds. I weighed in this morning just above the 15 stone mark. I can’t believe I’m undoing all the hard work and don’t seem to be able to stop.I haven’t been meal planning, I haven’t been cooking, I’ve been ordering in, eating out, noshing on junk, and barely exercising.

 Two tiny blips of light this week: I did a quick pilates workout in my lunch hour on Wednesday and have left the mat in a cupboard in my office so I can do that more often. And I tried out the local pool near where I work on Thursday and got in a half-hour swim. I will try and do that a couple of times a week from now on and improve on my 400m in 30 minutes. Much of that time was spent puffing and panting at the ends of the pool, but I alternated back stroke with freestyle to allow myself to catch my breath a bit. One of the little old ladies in the changing room had told me that 16 lengths of the 25 m pool was a quarter of a mile, which I hadn’t really thought of before, so I was determined to make my 16. Short-term goal number 1: try and do 20 lengths in 30 minutes; number 2: build up stamina to do the whole lot in 50 m blocks, without having to stop after every 25; goal number 3: do 30 minutes all freestyle.

 We’re away this weekend, down with the in-laws, and it’ll be all Sunday roasts and pub grub. But Monday will be a fresh start for me. A new week of planned healthy meals and a new exercise plan. I may manage a TT workout Sunday evening, depending what time we get back, but it won’t be a full TT 4-week programme, so I’ll just have to wait till next time to cross that off my 101 in 1001 to-do list. Since we’re away, I won’t be able to weigh myself on Sunday, so there’ll be no reading this week. As you can imagine, I’m devastated about that. Not. Catch up with you all after the weekend. Have a good one. ‘night all.