After the Christmas holidays, I had to face the horror of being weighed by my Personal Trainer.
He saw the number. And he asked me a question. ‘What exactly did you eat?’
I thought to myself that this was a very stupid question. Because the answer was simple. ‘All of it’.
I mean what other answer is there?
Quality Street, mince pies, sausage rolls, Christmas cake, buffet food, chocolate orange, marzipan fruits, pigs in blankets, selection boxes, canapés, turkey dinners, pudding with custard, chocolate coins, crisps, dips, mashed potatoes, cheese. Chocolate for breakfast. Chocolate for elevenses. Chocolate just for the hell of it.
I ate all of it. Everything.
Oh, and the wine. Don’t forget the wine.
Because it was there. Because it was Christmas. Because I wanted too. Because I was sick of eating clean, drinking vegetable juices, eating protein, protein and more protein. Just for once, I wanted to eat whatever I fancied, without compromise. Without making the sensible choice.
I worked out every day, only taking Christmas Day itself off. But you can’t out exercise a crappy diet.
And now I am paying the price.
This is, in truth, a form of self-sabotage. Choosing the short term quick fix over what you want the most. Undoing all of your good work.
Things that I know:
- It will take longer to get rid of this weight than it took me to eat all of the strawberry creams in the Quality Street tin.
- I went too far. I ate too much. I told myself that I was having a treat, and in doing so lost control and set myself up for failure.
- I will probably do it again, next year.
- I will put this right, no matter how long it takes.
And if you too are still dealing with your Christmas indulgences, I wish you all the very best!