Hard day

Today has been a hard one on this little lifestyle adventure. I think I may have gone way over my calorie limits, not necessarily through conscious over eating but just because of the meals. 

Let me explain. I had a breakfast of crumpets again and went to work. Came home and had soup for dinner. Sweetcorn chowder to be precise. I also had a Malteaser bunny which would have left me within my limits. But I also had a hunk of bread with it. Not a massive piece but not one I know the calorific value of. I could maybe estimate it around 200 but I don't know. It's one of those freshly baked type jobs so it doesn't have ingredients or information of any kind (which I never understand how companies can get away with but oh well). Then tea consisted of a curry, rice, weight watchers naan bread and a samosa thing. Which again I just don't know the calories of. I would like to pretend that it was around 700 but I think there's about 400 in the rice alone and so I hold out little hope.

I found it hard to care too. I was in bed earlier absolutely freezing. The heating has gone again. Wrapped up in top to bottom clothes, a coat and with my duvet and I was still frozen. This house, god bless it, is just draughty as hell. My fingers are slowly numbing over now as I've dared to take them out from under the covers to type. Anyway I was lying there knackered as last nights sleep was ridiculous (I was over tired. To the point where I couldn't sleep. I wanted to shout at everyone..or do a little cry) and I fell asleep for a couple of hours. Woke up with a frozen nose and feet and I just couldn't be arsed to move. I didn't want to go on the bike for certain. I pretty much determined that the second I woke up again with a fuzzy head. And I just had one of those 'piss it' moments which I'm sure anyone who's tried healthy eating or living in any sense will have had. 

But I had to walk the dogs tonight. Not usually my night but I traded with dad because I couldn't take them yesterday seeing as I was at the theatre. The cold air woke me right back up again and I decided I would get on the bike the second I got in before I got all wrapped up and lethargic again. So I did. To the tune of Harry Potter and the deathly hallows (part 1). I had resolved to watch it tonight all bundled up, and I was having a moment of if I do that I won't have time for the bike (seeing as it was half seven when I got back with dog) but then I had the epiphany of exercising along to it. So I did. I've done my 40 minutes but I feel it will be a token gesture today. I don't know. This week doesn't feel good. I think I'm going to be disappointed when I get on the scales. I really need to reign myself in more when it comes to eating. 

Again, take today. Mum's made a tray bake cake thing and I just NEEDED it. Like, all I could think about. To the point where I gave in and cut a bit off to stop myself wanting it. It's that which I need to put a stop to. I don't know how I'll do it. Might try that nonsense rubber band slapping against the wrist thing that is all the rage in Hollywood currently. Or I'll figure out a good way to sate my sugar cravings. Yoghurt and fruit just don't cut it. Might be a case of raisins or something similar..there's not a lot of dried fruit I enjoy however. 

Anyway, I need to go to sleep now. Again I find myself in the position of being genuinely knackered in general, but not feeling like I want to go to sleep now at bedtime. My brain is an actual fuck sometimes.

Here's to a better tomorrow! Good boo.