File the following under: "Too much of a good thing"
1. The Soup
I’ve banged on about soup lately. Oh joyous filling-but-healthy liquid dinner! I was drafting a post about all the lovely soups we’ve made lately. Sweet Potato & Chilli. Curried Butternut Pumpkin. Carrot, Rosemary & Butterbean. Even an outstanding Mushroom Soup! I’m someone who swore I hated Mushroom Soup but this was a healthy WW number that knocked my socks off.
Anyway, cut to Monday night and were were scheduled to make Broccoli Soup featuring potatoes and herbs and I can’t remember what else. I stared at the cookbook and cried, "I cannot FACE another bowl of soup. I NEED SOLIDS!"
At which point Gareth wanders into kitchen and says, "Oh good. I was beginning to feel like a pensioner with nae teeth!"
So the Broccoli Soup got pushed back to Tuesday night. Then Wednesday, then Thursday. And do you think I could be arsed making that tonight? We are well and truly Off The Soup now. What kind of demented idea is Broccoli Soup anyway!? We’re having fish instead. And maybe some sweet potato wedges. With about three pounds of bloody steamed broccoli on the side.
2. The Push Ups
I should never have crowed about my push ups because I have a feeling the feat will not be repeated ever again! My chest and shoulders are still screaming from that epic effort on Sunday. It hurts to hold up the hairdryer. I guess that’s what you get for trying to support 80 kilos on wimpy little hands and feet.
Then on Wednesday in Pilates we had to do this roll down into push up into plank then stick one leg in the air and hold then stick the other leg in the air and hold, times six. And that finished me off completely. I am scheduled to do upper body weights tonight but methinks it will be a good old fashioned stretching session instead. My mind thinks it’s a Top Athlete but the body is waddling behind whimpering, "Wait for me! Wait for meeee!"
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So I decided to lay off the scales for awhile. I weighed in on Monday but it’s been cold turkey ever since.
It’s been rather dull not getting on "just for a peek". It’s not that I place stock in the numbers, it’s just good entertainment value. I like placing bets with Gareth as to how much one restaurant meal can make me "gain" overnight, or seeing how much I can puff up when I’m pre-menstrual. I went out for dinner last Friday night and had all of two drinks and was up 1.5kg the next morning, which was actually quite disappointing because my all-time record is 4kg. Boo!