Going back up

Well look what happens when I stop writing here and tracking my exercise.  Yes, that’s right I’m heading back up.

It’s been a busy few weeks – first of all I was away for my brother’s wedding – I came back 4lbs heavier but had managed to get back down to just over 12 stone by the time I flew off to Spain on the following Friday.

Amazingly a weekend at a Spanish fiesta eating large delicicious meals, snacking on pintxos (Basque for tapas and very gorgeous they were too) and drinking local cider, rioja and the lethal kalimucho (red wine and coca-cola mixed!!) resulted in a 2lb loss.  Go figure.  So I was very briefly, for no more than half a day, at just under 12stone.

But I coudn’t get back into the healthy eating and exercise routine.  I spent last week snacking on cheese and ham brought back from Spain and not really eating proper meals at all.  As for exercise – pah, nothing.

Thursday night I flew to Ireland.  Yes, I managed to fly out of Heathrow on the day of the biggest terror alert – well done me.  And well done Aer Lingus for getting me there.  One Irish wedding later and my weight has gone back up again.  Grr.

I stocked up at the supermarket this morning – but have been gorging on soda bread since lunchtime.  I should go to aqua aerobics but it’s cold and grey outside and I don’t feel like leaving the house.

Motivation – where have you gone?