I do have the excuse of PMT which, as usual, is my excuse for everything. I have been eating like a mad woman.
It started on Wednesday when I had a particularly long and stressful day working with some band called P0wd3rfing3r on the steps of the White Sails Asylum. Somewhat ironic that the concert was about brea5ts (cancer) and mine were about to explode.
So (1) when you start work at 8am and don't get home until after 11pm and you are physically running around all day, it is difficult to eat 6 balanced meals at 200-250 calories each.
After such a long day endured with agressive PMT I woke yesterday morning feeling like a truck ran over me and missed my morning interval cardio. I fully intended (yeah right!) to do it in the evening.
Then yesterday afternoon, TTOM arrived with all the accompanying cramps and general malaise. When Mr Katie offered to take me to an Indian restaurant, I chose the restaurant over the cardio session.
So (2) a restaurant meal with your significant other when you feel like sh1t is hard to resist. Especially when it gives you an excuse not to do your exercise.
And for today, I have no real excuse. A drinks session held in my honour at 5pm ended with me eating LOTS of nibbles (although mostly just wholemeal crackers and cheese). I came undone when after missing a proper dinner, Mr Katie emerged late tonight with Turkish Pide.
So (3) don't miss meals, because takeaway tastes bloody good.
Perfect Miss "I am Shrinking Everyday" has relapsed.
What to do now?
Do I forfeit my free day because I have already had two free meals this week or will that set me up for failure later on next week?
Do I workout on my free day, because I missed a session this week?
Or do I erase these last three days from my memory and continue on as though I had remained on plan?
Bugger, I wish I hadn't been so hopeless! But I suppose 3 crap days out of 35 isn't too much damage. I am worried though because I have fucked up 3 days in a row ... what if I can't stop?