When I got home from my bike training, I had a couple of hours to tidy up and sort my flat out a bit before my friend arrived to stay for a week on her way home to Scotland from Thailand. The lucky lady managed to miss all the really horrible cold weather and came back to the UK to be greeted by blue skies and sunshine. I did feel a bit mean to have a friend staying and not be feeding her but as she has stayed here before while I've been on CD, she knew what to expect and was very understanding about it all. A friend came to visit and brought home-made flapjacks, while they were munching away on those, I was eating little pieces of cranberry bar so I didn't feel hard-done-by at all. I don't mind when people eat meals around me, but when I someone is snacking, eating small amounts over a longer period of time, I find it quite hard to cope with. The boyfriend is a peanut addict, he will often sit around with a massive bag of them and will just eat them slowly over a couple of hours and it drives me completely mad, especially when I'm not in ketosis.
Since I got home from the wedding I've not been back in ketosis yet at all and consequently I've been feeling extremely hungry indeed. I've done my very best to stick to the diet despite the hunger, some days are easier than others though. I've been trying to keep myself as busy as possible but I've not had much work lately and it's been difficult to distract myself at times. I had a pleasant and restful weekend and still managed to stick to the diet so I'm very pleased with myself. Weekends are always the most difficult times for CD so I gave myself a big pat on the back for getting through it, in fact I've been treating every single day that I've managed to stick to it as a victory.
On Tuesday I had a meeting with my CDC to buy in a couple of weeks worth of extra sachets because he's off on holiday for a few weeks and because he actually came over during the day, the boyfriend finally got to meet him. I also had an unscheduled weigh-in and the result was a bit of a pleasant surprise to me:
- Weight: 13st 5.5lb
- BMI: 29.7
On Thursday night, the lack of ketosis finally got the better of me and I cracked and had takeaway pizza with my friend. It was a pretty stupid thing to do, we both have problems eating cheese, I'm a little lactose intolerant and it makes her feel ill too. So we ate a fair amount of pizza and thoroughly enjoyed it and both felt quite unwell the next day. I was hoping that would stop me eating stupid things for a while but it didn't have the desired effect and for the last couple of days I've been failing to resist the lure of real food. It's been fairly sensible real food but it's not been CD by any stretch of the imagination.
Today I went to look at a motorbike I was hoping to buy but it was a bit too expensive and not quite what I was after so as I was at the bike shop anyway, I bought some proper waterproof trousers with armour in the knees and I hired a motorbike for the week instead. As I rode away on it, I thought for a brief moment that £150 for a bike I don't get to keep was a bit of a waste of money but it's all good practice and that's what I need right now the most so I'm counting this week with a hired bike as part of my training. I get better and feel more confident and in control every time I get on a motorbike, hopefully soon I'll be able to go out for a ride without stalling at junctions (which has only happened 3 times) or wobbling a little at low speeds. On my way home I had my first ride in proper rain and also had my first encounter with the police! I stalled the bike at some traffic lights, it took a couple of attempts to get the bike running again but then I pulled away perfectly and went on my way. A couple of seconds later it became apparent that the white van that had been behind me at the junction was in fact a police van, I'm quite surprised that I didn't notice until the blue lights started flashing. I pulled over and a smiley young policeman got out of the van and walked over to me. He asked to see my license and asked about the bike to check I was supposed to be riding it then he asked to smell my breath to check I hadn't been drinking. He said he just wanted to make sure that everything checked out and if so he wanted to make sure that I was OK, he was very polite and courteous indeed. I promised him I would practice a lot and be a better rider soon and he gave me a big thumbs-up as he got back into the van. What a nice chap!
My plan for the weekend is to just do lots of riding and enjoy the bike as much as I can before I give it back on Saturday. I can't wait, I love riding more than I ever thought I would and it's a good distraction from food too.
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