Tonight I got in from work feeling tired and irritable and nothing in the fridge was doing it for me. I ordered a big Chinese and stuffed my face with curry, chips, prawn crackers and a banana fritter. No way could I run after that! so I put the TV on, felt guilty and disappointed and I lay on my bed like a huge washed up whale.
At 9.30pm I randomly found some inspiration, I laced up my trainers and off I went on wk3 r2. So glad I did, feel so much better psychologically for it. Admittedly, I may have to wait another week before I start to market my own brand of fitness wear or enter the miss world competition.
Being honest with myself, I know that I am unlikely to give up eating the odd take out but at least I have proved to myself that it is not a disaster when it does happen and I can still make it to week 9. Even with a mouth full of prawn crackers