I started yesterday morning out like any other morning NOT!
My alarm went off at 5:45 am and I got straight out of bed, went to the bathroom and had a good drink of water and climbed straight onto the treadmill.
Yes, that’s right, I ran (jogged really) for 30 minutes before I was even awake!
I must be taking this all seriously.
Breakfast was the same as yesterday, yoghurt, fruit and a slice of toast.
Went into the station and sat in the train for 3 hours to get to London. This trip almost always has me eating a bacon baguette with brown sauce (yummo) but not this time. I had fruit in my bag in case I got hungry and a bottle of water!
When I got in to London I had a lunch meeting at which I had a glass of lime and soda and a grilled chicken breast salad. One chicken breast and a small pile of green stuff. It was just right.
For dinner, Jules cooked us a ham and cheese omelette and I made a bit more salad.
If my day had stopped there I would have been ok.
Sadly, the vodka came out and my resolve on the no drinking fizzled a little. Well by a litre of vodka and a couple of brandy’s anyway.
I have punished myself for my lapse by increasing the number of reps I did in my push ups, sit ups and tricep dips. I clocked 50 of each this morning. Not so much fun with a moggy head. But hey, I broke the rules, I have got to pay right?
Fortunately, even though I got thoroughly pissed last night, I did not smoke. If I had had any nearby my resolve might have crumbled (like my midnight slice of toast 🙁 ), but I didn’t – so all good on that front.
What last night has done for me is highlight just how central booze is to my inability to control my life, I will not be drinking again until April 1st. That is my punishment to me for drinking. Any booze I have extends my forced drought by another month.