This week I lost the run of myself. I had a birthday to celebrate and a session with friends from abroad (whom I blame for all the carrying on’s this week) and some other event that I can’t even remember attending. I would like to take this opportunity to re-iterate what the good people at the Road Safety Authority say on a regular basis and urge you all to drink responsibly.
This week I signed up for a Triathlon, also a cycle to Galway and I did hear mention of a pub quiz somewhere but I don’t remember the details. Seriously though, I have been back in the gym five minutes and signed up for an event that entails me swimming a kilometer, then cycling 20 kilometers and topping it off with a 5 kilometer run. If that’s not bad enough, a week later I’ve to cycle from Dublin to Galway in one day. Now I know that drink can’t be blamed for all of this, my stupidity has to have been taken into consideration but alcohol and I have had a serious falling out. From here on in I am on the dry.
Diet wise, I’ve been doing pretty well. I haven’t done the total dog on it. I’ve been watching what I eat, when I am sober. But it’s so had to have total willpower when you’re in an intoxicated state. I vaguely remember a packet of crisps somewhere and I remember some sort of chocolate but wasn’t even sober enough to enjoy it. I’m too old to be carrying on like this. I’m 39 years old. I’m supposed to be all mature and sophisticated and stuff. But then there I am with a make believe microphone singing “Let It Go” in front of a room full of people thinking I am God’s gift to music and realise that I’m the total opposite of what I’m supposed to be. I am an idiot!
So the following morning when I am watching a video of me, not so much signing like I thought, more screaming, like Drew Barrymore in the opening scene of Scream I make a pact with myself that not one drink is going to pass my lips while I am still on this diet. Now I know that this is a pact that I will probably break, but for the best part I am truly on board. I have a Triathlon to prepare for and a cycle to get my legs ready for. There is no time for drink now, it’s all about exercise and diet.
Towards the end of the week a wonderful thing happened. I went browsing what’s left of the sales. I picked up clothes and went to try them on, only to find that they were…. too big. I’m a size down. I was only delighted. I have tried lots of diets over the years. I do really well for about a month and then fall off the wagon. I am now on week six, I may lose one pound this week and two pounds the next but it is coming off. Every year I make a New Years resolution to lose weight, this could be the year I finally achieve my goal.