With all this gym, no Jim (Beam) and supposedly healthy eating, I'm not seeing, and more importantly, feeling results.
Oh, I am sleeping much better and I think that is because I haven't been drinking alcohol. But I'm not really feeling trimmer or tighter or more fit. So I decided to write a food diary. And... oh dear. It's appalling. Seriously, I have replaced alcohol with dark chocolate. Lots of it. Blocks at a time. And home made popcorn. Muesli bars. Just too much food. Too many carbs of the wrong kind, bread, damn you bread, and cous cous, and rice and all you delicious other white things.
Right then. Time to get serious. I am paring back my food consumption, getting back in to the foods I know are good for me and not eating blocks of chocolate, just for fun. I don't even savour the chocolate, I just shovel it in my mouth and swallow it down.
The food diary is a confrontational tool that is just so brilliant for facing up to myself. It's difficult to write down what you truly do eat and drink on a daily basis. I wrote items such as dark chocolate x 16 squares. This was shortly after I arrived at work, 10.30am. I mean, really?
Good food. Strength. Health. I need to change my ways to achieve my goals.