So I’m settling back into my routine and am out doing more than my 10,000 steps most days. I was down the country again, this time it was the lovely Limerick. Now, I’m not going to lie, I had a ball. I ended up in a Shebeen called ‘The OutBack’ in the middle of nowhere dancing to the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing and ending up in a Rap off, Dubliner against –not sure what you call a person from Limerick but either way they annihilated me.
Sometimes, when I am surrounded by people I feel comfortable around I have a tendency to let a little over excited, actually not sometimes, all the time. I am a very happy lady who loves being around those who love life as much as I do. That said I should be mature enough to have control over my willpower. I let myself down a bit this week. I had bread. I also drank. Believe me I did hang my head in shame. I also hung it into a toilet bowl for some time also. I feel like I got too excited and let go a little too much. I know we are all entitled to let ourselves go once in a while and in my opinion I had been doing really well, but this week I was bad. I have a vague recollection of a box of pringles along the way somewhere.
Now I know in the aftermath of the fun and frolics I am probably over thinking all I ate and drink, realistically I probably only had two bad days and five really good days. But the scales never lie. While I didn’t gain weight after the debaucherously enjoyable carrying on over the week, I didn’t loose anything either. That was a kick in the teeth. I am so used to being down that I was furious that I hadn’t lost a pound. Not one. Who’s fault was this. Mine.
I had been exercising and watching my food and drink for five of seven days and feel like I was entitled to enjoy myself for a little bit. But when you have a fun filled couple of days your mind pulls you back and you realise the only person you are fooling is yourself. I knew as I pranced around that little bar with a glass of Moet in my hand I was going to pay the price. I could hear my inner voice going “Joy, calm down, there’s no need to be going crazy, put down the Pringle”. My evil inner voice replied “Ah shut up you ye thick, what harm is a few Pringles going to do”….Well I can now tell you the harm.
When you wake up after drinking all night and eating crap you do not feel human. You feel like a much less evolved version of the species. I’ve been so good with regard to the drink lately that I had forgotten the effects of overindulgence. I spent several hours between the bed, the couch, the sink (because I couldn’t make it to the toilet in time) and back to the couch. I was so hungover I couldn’t even lift my hand to change the channel on the remote control. Parents, if you ever want to turn your teens off the drink you should send them over to me after a night on the Raz. Needless to say I have made the decision, again, to never drink again. At least until after my final week with Karen.