I'm a Disgrace!

This weekend started off with such good intentions.  Lots of healthy food in the cupboards, workouts planned, gym clothes washed and ready to be used.  I had arrange two social events but had mentally prepared myself to say "no thank you, I'm driving I'll have a diet coke" and enjoy myself without jeopardising my diet or training. 

Weeeeeeell.... that didn't happen!

Saturday night I arranged to meet an old friend.  I've known Robin for a decade now, but we never see each other and it was getting worrying that my mum and dad bump into him in bars more often than I do.  So with a lot to catch up on I arranged to meet him in Le De Vin wine bar, being all grown up and sophisticated.  It started off so innocently, allowing him to buy me a glass of bubbles since its been so long.... "Oh go on then just the one" 4 drinks later my light weight self was playing the air guitar along with the band in the Ghillie Dhu.  I don't quite know how that happened but I do remember walking home past McDonalds feeling ever so proud of myself for resisting a Big Mac or 5.  I have been known to put away an impressive amount for a girl.  I woke up Sunday morning hanging, trying to piece together the evening and then guilt when I spotted the empty carbonara box and half a pepperoni pizza on the floor.  Disgusting!  But personally I blame Dario's - delivery services and drunk people are not a good diet combination!

Even though I felt like a turd I stuffed a couple of home made protein bars down my throat and hauled my ass out of bed and went to the gym.  I grabbed a powerade, my workout hangover cure all.  If anyone ever spots me in the gym drinking a blue powerade you now know the craic.  I had a surprisingly good session considering I was hungover and felt so proud of myself eating well for the rest of the day.  Brown rice and chicken just doesn't cut it when you're hungover but I resisted all my urges to pig out and stuck to my meal plans.  The evening rolled around and a group of us went to the cinema to watch Neds (don't go and see it, unnecessarily violent!).  I sat and ate my protein bar whilst the wine gums were being passed around and the smell of popcorn wafting under my nose.  Torture!!  But my resolve soon faded in the pub after the movie. 

What you drinking?
Diet Coke
Diet Coke?
Yes please
You sure?
Yes!
You not fancy a proper drink?
Yes I do but I'll have a Diet Coke
Sure?
Yes
Sure?
No, Corona please

2 Corona's, 2 G&T's and more crisps and wasabi peas than what is really necessary.  Today I feel really peeved off at myself, I look bloated from all the alcohol, sugar and salt and throw in a bit mortified too that I'm posting my spectacular fall off the wagon.

I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll not have lost any weight this week and success will be managing not to gain any weight.  But I started all over again this morning and ate my porridge and egg whites with the usual struggle.  I just wish I could at least have the memory of eating carbonara and pizza.... mmmmm

I've trained already and I feel much better than I did first thing this morning, perhaps its the endorphin release after a hard back and biceps session or perhaps that I feel that I'm still trying and moving forward. I know I said I wouldn't but  this week I'm going to have to do a couple of days of 2 workouts a day.  So I'm off to prepare meal 3 of the day and mentally prepare myself for a mean cardio session later on.