Day 6: 74.05kg
I've totally become really used to this waking up late thing, I can't be like this: Breakfast is good for you! My friend from England Jilly was going home after like 7 months in New Zealand, so our whole flat went to yum char. A bit - ok, a lot- of fried food, with some dumplings thrown in. Not entirely a good meal. I did wash it down with like a gallon of tea though.
My friend Andrew came over to run at around 7-ish, we were caught in the rain last time we went running, so I had to dry all my gear, so we didn't really make it out the door till it was quite dark. It was a good run though. Same routine as Day 4. We made a pact to run a lot more, so we'll see how that goes!
For dinner, we started off being really optimistic and keen for some Caesar salad, ingredients to be bought from the Supermarket. But since we only got home around 8:45, by the time we got home and cooked it all, it would have been a very very late dinner, and not so healthy. Actually that was an excuse- I just couldn't be hacked cooking. So we went in search of healthy options at the Chinese food court: CLOSED! Oh well... we tried! So a hop and a skip to Nando's - Chicken leg and corn on the cob. Generally really healthy- I did eat the skin though. Oops!
And then came the cravings. We DID end up going to the supermarket. But instead of salad and dressing --> blueberry danish and mango sorbet... heheh. Helping number two was definitely not needed, but absolutely worth it.
Day 7: 73.95kg
The sleep was minimal. I went to bed at the same God awful hour, but since I had to get up for church, it meant the count was something like 3-4 hours. I'm getting into this show Pretty Little Liars, hmm bad Jeffrey, bad. You do not need another TV show to be fixated on. Oh, well, until Grey's, Gossip Girl and Cougar Town return... what was I saying? Oh yeah. Food blog.
Had a bowl of muesli for brekkie, and at morning tea had a cup of tea and a tiny muesli slice. Be proud, people. There was a table spread fit for, like, really wealthy important people. Oh I'm tired, forgive me for bad metaphors.. is that even a metaphor?
Andrew and I had organised for a run again today, so we decided to start week 3 of the scheme:
5 minute warm up walk
[90 second run
90 second walk
3 minute run
3 minute walk ] x2
5 minute warm down walk
I bailed on the last 3 minute run, 30 seconds out from the finish line! But the sun was blaring down, I felt like throwing up! Tomorrow is a new day, kids.
So for lunch we went to the mall, I got a healthy smoothie juice thing and a chicken teriyaki bento bowl. White rice = boo, but it was better that a lot of the other things on offer.
I did have a naughty snack for afternoon tea: long black and carrot cake. But by golly it was good. I'm allowing myself this luxury cos it was brown and had carrots in it. It looked healthy.
Dinner was a farewell dinner for Jilly (see above) at a Curry house. I was a good boy though! Had tandoori chicken and some roti (wholemeal flour naan). No rice, no curry! And to pat myself on the back we went home and got frozen yoghurt and tidied up that mango sorbet, while listening to ourselves on the radio. New Zealand Youth Choir, repping hard!
Tomorrow marks the start of the dreaded exercise routine. I was supposed to tidy my room up so that I can have space to - as Josh puts it - 'hold'. Goodbye flab and hello painful existence!
xoxo Jeffrey
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