Rrrrrubbish Diet Weekend

It's early sunday evening and I have had the WORST weekend, with regard to the whole slimming world thing, possible. ALL of my good intentions have been foiled. It went something like this :

Friday : Come home from work, marinated some chicken in fat free yogurt and spices with a view to making syn free curry, go to the doc's for a check up, go and get my hair cut, come home to find myslef invited out for tea with friends and end up eating quite a fair amount, including pudding. (Peanut butter chocolate fudge cake is THE most delicious thing I have ever eaten. Fact.) On the plus side, I was very well behaved drink wise and had only two glasses of wine, when usually i would have had a couple more.

Saturday : Wake up and have boiled egg with soldiers ... no syns there. Meet up with old uni friends who, when i arrive, have already bought me a beer. I drank it. It was nice. Luckily I was driving so didn't have any more and went on to the diet coke (i think, never trust a barmaid!) and I even was full of restraint on the cheesy chip front, nicking one of Su's but not ordering any myself. Then I return home to find myself invited to a BBQ. I drive, stay on the Sprite Zero all night and decide that a red day is probably best. Because of the beer I probably had too many syns on saturday too.

Sunday : Today I have opted for a red day again. Hubby went out for breakfast supplies and we had a grilled full english, where the only syns I had were a sausage. Not bad. Then the ice cream man came round (ooops). I have mowed the lawn, hoovered the house, mopped the floor, done more laundry than I thought existed and got scratched by the cat. All I can think about now is pizza.

If I lose anything this week it will be A MIRACLE. I have been pretty active so I hope not to have gained but I won't be surprised if I have. Boo and Hiss. Feeling rather fed up quite frankly. At least tomorrow is another day. I can get back in control of my diet and hopefully avoid too much socialising over the bank holiday next weekend.

Gem x

PS. Yogurt chicken mixture still marinating in fridge. I'm going to have to throw that out now. Arse.