Since signing myself up to the Cardiff Half I’ve been such a good lady. Gym / jog / netball every day of the week, careful diet plan to cut out all the junk, bottle of water constantly at the ready.
I am totally, well and truly, full on all over it.
Well, kind of.
The thing is, I can’t help but have these “off days”. You know the sort. That day when the delicious aroma of a bacon sarnie finds its way under your eager nostrils, or the day that exquisite chocolate muffin is sat temptingly on the snacks desk at work (snacks desk – aka my nemesis). And no matter how hard I try, now and again I might slip (ever so slightly!) off the wagon.
Okay, maybe ever so slightly isn’t 100% honest. Put it this way, today I made my way through a yum yum, a chocolate muffin AND an iced ring donut whilst sat at my desk. Yup. I am a disgusting human being. There is absolutely no excuse.
But excluding my over the top, vom inducing gorge, I think it’s time to take a big breath and accept that it really is that easy to fall of the wagon. It doesn’t make you a bad person. WE ARE ALL HUMAN. You just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off (quite literally – I was totally covered in evidence) and move on. Get back into the gym, get out the blueberries and take a step forwards.
Life really is too short to never enjoy the fatty things in life. A cheat day is TOTALLY deserved after a week of sweat and blood. Just maybe try to avoid the triple carb whammy and limit yourself to one delectable treat. One day (one day far far away) I will be able to look at a cheese toastie and say, No, never again.
Today is not that day.