Greedy Guts

I’m going out for dinner tonight at a rather nice restaurant – so I thought I’d better have quite a light day foodwise.  I had a bowl of muesli and a satsuma for breakfast.  And then an, admittedly early, lunch of Bubble & Squeak – left over champ from yesterday’s supper fried up in a little olive oil.  All told I only cooked up 4 potatoes so that basically means that despite the frying all I had for lunch was two medium spuds and some cabbage.

So feeling a little peckish around 5 I thought I’d have a slice of toast.  Except I didn’t just have ‘a slice’, I had one slice toast & gentleman’s relish, then one slice bread and apricot jam (to taste the apricot jam I’d just bought coz I’ve got guests tomorrow) and it was so, well not yummy exactly but moreish, that I had a third slice.  Which was completely unecessary and now I’ll probably still be quite full when I get to the restaurant.

Doh.  Why do I do this?

Going for Where?

Going for gold, my arse.  I appear to be going exactly nowhere fast.  Including blogging on this blog.  I notice I haven’t done a Monday update for a good couple of weeks.  And I still haven’t let Dietgirl know that I’m joining her on her Going for Gold challenge.

The scales still show me at somewhere between 12 and 12 stone 6 depending on whether I lean forwards or backwards.  I’m reckoning I appear to have stuck on 12 stone 4 lbs.   Which is kinda crap.

This week I have done no exercise at all.  Not even walking.  Well I did manage around 30 mins on Weds, but as it was around the shops it wasn’t exactly a cardio workout.  I slept through my kettlebell class on Weds morning – will try again tomorrow morning.

Basically I just feel like being lazy and snuggling under the duvet.  And given that I’m freelance and work from home I can do just that.  Which hasn’t made for a very productive week.  Is this depression?  Or just laziness?

Foodwise it hasn’t been so bad, though I do seem to be rather good at having light and healthy breakfasts and lunches and then binging in the evening.  And I still haven’t got that portion control thing under control.  Basically I live on my own and am incapable of cooking a one portion size of anything.  I always think I’ll just eat one helping but it’s so damn yummy that I can’t help going back for seconds and thirds…..gah.

Will get off my backside now and do some hoovering – that’s got to burn a few calories right?!

Fat of the Land

A weekend away to the countryside in the middle of the game season could only lead to one thing: lots of eating and drinking.

A gourmet game  evening on Friday night – 6 beautifully prepared courses with 8 different glasses of wine, carefully selected to go with each course.   The portions were small to middling but by the time we’d worked through grouse mouselline, pheasant stew, roast partridge…(actually I can’t quite remember what everything was, except delicious) and ended up with the most amazing brioche & butter pudding (light, fluffy with a gorgeous caramelly sauce) it’s probably safe to say that a large number of gourmet calories had been consumed.

Saturday night was a different kettle of fish entirely.  Slabs of wood balanced on straw bales in a pole barn usually used for lambing.  Whole breads baked with locally grown and foraged walnuts, mushrooms and nettles.  Half partridges and chops of lamb (raised in the next field) stuck onto long spears and barbequed by ourselves over a bonfire.  A massive vat of pheasant stew.  A cauldron of spicy pumpkin soup.  A mass of stewed pears and quince with cream.  Hand caught pike with wild mushroom sauce.  Local cider and apple juice.  Bucolic, farming life indeed.  The fat of the land without a doubt.  Lovely stuff.

Monday Stats

12 stone 5 lbs

Can’t be bothered any more translating that into kgs or lbs.

Haven’t been doing measurements this time round.  Maybe next week.