So in the interests of honesty, I sucked it up and started tracking everything I could remember from the weekend, so that I could know exactly how bad the damage was. And yeah, it wasn't great.
As per usual, I'd used my flex points over the weekend, but I could also see the pattern my eating was following with regard to activity .... and it was that I was eating roughly 2 - 3 times the amount of points I'd earned. Hmmmm .... might want to rethink that approach. But at least I know now. On that basis, I've no idea what I'll be doing next weekend, but I'll be doing my darndest to track as I go, even if it's just at the end of each day. I think if I'd tracked as I went this weekend, Saturday might still have been a heavy day on the points, but it would have bought me up short and stopped the over-spill into Sunday.
Yesterday, I whipped my ass back on track and really thought about my eating. I've gotten very lazy recently and can't be bothered to cook properly, so there has been a lot of toast featuring in my eating. Toast with butter, toast with mushrooms, eggs, spaghetti (yeah, I know, but I was craving it on Sunday night) ... toast, toast, toast. So I actually bought a few vegetables on the way home last night and found some chicken lurking in the freezer and concocted a very simple dinner of grilled chicken with a load of sauteed veg in a little bit of stock and a dab of Garlic and Herb Philadelphia. Better.
I also hit the gym yesterday for my Body Balance class. It was an odd mix of being pleased on some poses that I hadn't lost flexibility over 4 weeks, and being so stiff on others that it was a real mix of pleasure and pain to attempt some of the moves. Most of that was down to the ever-increasing stiffness in my arms, shoulders, chest and back from a weekend of surfing and then wakeboarding. Mostly the wakeboarding I think.
Let me tell a little story: when we were at the lake on Sunday, Jo and I were marvelling at the display of physical
Anyway, I digress. I'm even stiffer today - even putting my rucksack on this morning to walk to work was an effort of supreme willpower over protesting muscles, but I'm going for a lunchtime plod / run round the harbour with Liz anyway. Maybe if I could just lose some more lard, getting dragged round a lake at speed by the sole strength of my arms would be easier???