Let me say that again with conviction....
I HATE PIZZA
I HATE PIZZA
I ATE PIZZA
Yep, that's what it boils down to .... I really did eat a slice of pizza, even though normally I can't stand the stuff.....
What got into me (apart from the pizza)
Let me try and explain, after only a 500g loss I was feeling sorry for myself (yes, I hear you say a loss is a loss)but, it was less than I was expecting.
The week started off with the first day of the holidays (YAY!!) and I got sick (GRRR!!)
I was due to go to Townsville on some Professional development dealing with the issues of behaviour and positive intervention ( for the kids, not for me...). My gorgeous husband and son decided to accompany me on this epic trudge (3hr drive) which was wonderful. Apart from the fact that my husband, like me, adores Indian food and there is a fantastic restaurant called "Masalla' not far from our hotel. Needless to say we had to go and sample the fare, just to check it was still as yummy. I demonstrated incredible self control (incredible for me that is!) and shared a chicken jalfrezi with my son. I only had half a roti and a beer. I have since learned that this equated to about 600 calories
(I hate those things they creep up on you when you're not looking and attach themselves to your hips, waist, bum and create lumps and bumps).
Because I knew I may have had slightly more than I should have Í asked my incredible husband to stop the car about a kilometre from the hotel so that I could walk the rest of the way, after he stopped laughing and realised I was indeed serious, he stopped the car and I did indeed walk. (Great, thought I, that's those calories eliminated) I must have been in a state of delusion brought about by my flu.
The next morning I had the burcher muesli, whilst eyeing up the skinny woman opposite me tucking into the best looking eggs benedict. I put down the knife I had picked up ready to attack her( just for a taste of her breakfast )and congratulated myself on my self control.
At lunch there was chips with an aioli mayo, too much for me, I was feeling sick and craving carbs, so I had 6 chips and a teaspoon of mayo. I spent the rest of the conference worrying about those darn calories. When the day was finished I went up to my room changed into my gym gear ( after consuming 10ml of cough mixture, 1 lemsip and some codral) and proceeded to jog to the gym (actually I took the lift, we were on the 19th floor, have some compassion) I then rowed 5km, cycled for 5km, walked for about 500 metres (I hate walking) and did some weights (technically they did for me). Great thought I, those calories won't even have a chance to stick. Well! I was wrong, next day we got home I dutifully slunk to the bathroom and those scales just laughed at me, 500g they said. Can't be, I got off and tried again, still 500g, I got off and had a pee (that should do it) Got back on the scales and they still refused to budge, 500g they sneared once again. Damn those calories!!!!I just couldn't find the motivation to cook so rang the gorgeous husband and told him to bring pizza for him and the son and I would thaw the veggie shepards pie made from Michelle's recipe last week. I didn't forsee the disaster that would ensue, I HATE PIZZA ( have I told you that?) Child and man consumed their pizza and there was 4 pieces left. As I took them to the fridge (son would eat for lunch tomorrow) one of the pieces just found it's way into my hand and before I could stop it, that pizza had reached my mouth.
But those calories had their revenge, I spent that night with my backside aimed at the toilet bowl and my head stuck in a bucket. ( Not my best look ever)
So yes! I say it again ! ... I HATE PIZZA!!!!!
