Saturday 20th: My leaving party, as I moved back to the UK on the 30th June. Having hardly touched alcohol in the past weeks and months, I knew I'd have to be careful not to get too drunk too quick. That knowledge was stored in the same part of my brain as the knowledge that you should thoroughly wash yoghurt pots before recycling them. Basically, I didn't act on it. Followed it up with a Doner Salad- my alcohol destroyed brain decided to return to healthy mode at that moment...
Sunday 21st: ...and promptly return to unhealthy mode as I experienced the worst hangover I have had in years. I ordered a burger and chips with a big bottle of Dr. Pepper for lunch on the sofa, and ate this whilst whimpering to my girlfriend, Georgia, on Skype. When evening came around, I polished off a big chinese takeaway.
Monday 22nd: Ate relatively healthily, however did not manage to train, as I had planned to do.
Tuesday 23rd: Same as Monday pretty much.
Wednesday 24th: Big old Tuna and Avocado mess for lunch, followed up by two litres of beer and a big burger with chips for dinner.
Thursday 25th: Scones, jam, cream, some beer, and everything the fridge still had to offer.
Friday 26th: Ordered chinese takeaway for lunch, then had a big Mcdonald's feast for dinner, as well as 200g of Ritter Sport, a bag of gummy bears and a Red Bull whilst driving from Hamburg to the Netherlands. Couple of beers on arrival.
Saturday 27th: Driving from the Netherlands to Bristol, I cleaned off a McDonald's breakfast, a load more sweets and chocolate, a Burger King lunch, some ice cream and a huge curry for dinner.
Sunday 28th: Driving from Bristol back to the Netherlands; Cooked breakfast, chocolate and sweets, big McDonald's dinner, followed by a plate of Macaroni.
Monday 29th: Drive from Netherlands to Hamburg; More McDonald's, chinese takeaway for lunch, burger, chips and beers for dinner.
Tuesday 30th: Big McDonald's lunch, then barbecue & ciders for dinner.
During all this, my exercise was limited to lugging boxes up and down stairs (very tiring and sweaty work, however not enough to offset the dietary onslaught I put my body through!). As a result of eating all this crap, I am back up to 104kg!
This morning I started eating healthily again, and I hope to see at least 3 of those kilos drop off as I get all the rubbish out of my system. I've now got 39 days until my goal. It's going to be bloody tight.
Time to get serious again!