...plenty of dishes, plenty of carbs, plenty of drinks....
I'm 3 weeks into my fitness program and I have to say this week I had too much plenty.
It was my birthday so I treated myself. With a special dinner and plenty of cake. And I don't feel the slightest bit of guilt. I have recently taken up baking and I enjoyed the fruits (okay the chocolate ganache) of my labour. In fact, I enjoyed it twice.
My work colleague recently did me a huge favour and fixed my computer. He bought it back from the dead. I baked him scones to say thank you. I ate some of the scones. With Jam. And Cream. Because. Scones.
I didn't feel guilty about that either.
The scales may not weigh in my favour this week - but I'm in this for the long run. It's not about dropping massive kilos, it's not about looking like anyone else, it's about finding the best version of me. If I only drop 2 kilos but feel strong, healthy and happy then so be it.
But hell if you can't enjoy cake (and maybe a couple of scotches) on your birthday then quite frankly I'd like to quit the human race now. Because life is for living, enjoying, relishing and taking immense pleasure in.
Oh and hey, now that I'm baking and not poisoning anyone, I guess I'm a goddess in another room of the house now? Ha! But just for balance, I must confess I'll never be a goddess of housework. Because UGH.
Kill me now if I ever blog about the joys of ironing...
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