Why is it, that as soon as a moderate amount of alcohol has past my lips, all I think about is consuming something that is at least 50% fat? Up until last Friday I had been very good at sticking to my eating plan. I few wavery days here and there, but overall not too bad at all (especially for me). I actually have not felt hungry at all, it is just the cravings that drive me mental.
So come Friday night, go out for some drinks with the work mates. I haven’t actually had a night out since Wanaka, and before that it had been months since I had more than a glass of wine. So I thought, Yeh I deserve a bit of hair letting down etc etc. I know it wouldn’t benefit the eating plan, but I could live with that.
I was only going to stick to white wine, but I suppose over the night I lose count of how many I actaully had, had. But in some ways it was very beneficial. I got to spend the evening talking to the my technical director, we are both so busy at work that we don’t actually normally talk that much, some useful decisions can get made when you are a little inebriated…
At the end of the evening, some one mentioned Macdonalds… I will admit it and say, one of my favorite things in life is a Big Mac, and once I start thinking about it, I can’t stop to I have one (and I mean that can go on for days… oh crap I am thinking about it now). But as we were about to go to in, someone got everyone over to KFC… being a sheep I just follow the pack. Ummm so the idea of a 2 piece quarter pack sounds inviting, but the eating of it… even when fairly intoxicated… is not always as pleasant as you first thought…ah well, the night was done and I jumped into a cab to go home.
Interestingly the cab fare to new house was almost exactly the same as the old one… though I can guarantee it will not be the same when I want to get to the airport… I digress…
Saturday morning, I wake up, and surprisingly think to myself, I don’t feel that bad. I little bit of a headache. Sweet, I’ll make that 10am paddle on the estuary with Tanya and Paula. 1hr later I was not feeling quite so good. The good news, I am sure I lost more calories that day than I consumed on Friday night.
It was insane, and I am sure it wasn’t just the alcohol that did it, I blame the KFC. I never think I combine the 2 again. Maybe I just will never have KFC again, not much to be missed really.
So paddle missed, I managed to crawl my way around short bays on Sunday, though I still wasn’t feeling that great.
This morning I departed a very gloomy house to have an amazing run up Harry El, however I still can’t say my stomach was feeling that great. I think it has almost finally come right. I am wondering if I can make a quick trip around the summit before work… I might just make it.