Seventeen days ago, I blogged all about my new Awesome August resolutions. About eating healthily, moderating my non-healthy food, looking at portion control, showing a little self control.
Frankly, Awesome August never got started. Because sixteen days ago my parents arrived from the UK and we started on two fabulous, wonderful weeks of nice food, wine and Mum’s amazing flapjack, which is much better than mine. It was brilliant and despite some additional pounds in weight, a bloated stomach, an enlarged waist and a general feeling of lardiness, I don’t regret it. I see my darling parents twice a year, I wanted to have some fun with them. I did manage to keep up my running, and I’m really pleased about that.
But yesterday, they left. It was horrible. I cried. They cried. The Dude cried. The Husband just hugged us. We came home to a quiet, empty house, to little gifts on their bed and to five long months till I see my favourite people again.
However, there is again a feeling of fresh starts. I need to clean the house, get paperwork back in order, catch up with my long-lost friends, send a million emails and start filling my poor, bloated, sweet-potato-fries filled body with vegetables, fruit, grains and yoghurt. It feels very much like January – that month of healthiness after four weeks of indulgence. Except that it’s sunny outside.
I HAVE to get serious with this healthy eating malarky. I’ve said before, the point of this blog is to hold me publicly accountable…hold me accountable, sole reader in cyberspace!!!
Bring on the Healthy Weekend…my body needs it!