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.
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