Speedbump

Well I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.

You may remember very early in this blog I lamented the Saturday morning weigh-in routine because it would curtail my Friday arvo beer sessions. So far I've managed to stay on the straight and narrow and avoid any pre-weekend blow-outs.

Well that was until yesterday.

Yup, after nearly a week of treating my body like a temple, last night I treated it with more disdain than Mubarak did with the Israeli people. It began with a few beers at the pub, it ramped up with a bottle of Cab Sav and a dinner that could only be described as a 'Festival of Meat' and it finished around 1am by polishing off a couple of Guinness' left of from St Patty's Day. Overall, a job well done I think.

Now I'm not going to whinge and moan about how I stuffed up. I reckon its been coming for a few weeks. So I'll climb back up on the wagon and get back to work I guess.

The somewhat sad thing is I reckon I was looking at a 2-3kg loss this week prior to my ode to exorbitance. Ces't la vie.

So there you have it. I'm not perfect after all (just in case you were confused).

I remain on track for a mini goal of 119kg by my B'Day party in two weeks though. I'm determined to achieve that one so I'll file yesterday under 'Sillyness' and move forward.

OK, better go and do some exercise now, I think I owe my body that at least.

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