Yeahbutnobutyeahbut.....

NO!!

This morning saw me getting up at a sparrows fart (that'd be 4.30am in old money) and driving 3hrs in order to help run a show. It wasn't something I could get out of, as I am on the committee, although I do admit to wishing for the plague to descend - not a major plague you understand, but just enough to keep me home. It was not to be.

The problem wasn't the thought of a show itself, but the temptation that lay within. Apart from being entitled to a no holds barred, slap up lunch, (where you just KNOW that even if you were to actually find a lettuce leaf, it would be swimming in cream) there would be vendors aplenty, selling chips, and bacon butties, toasties, and ....well you get the picture.

This time I was prepared.
I anticipated the obstacles, and planned how I was going to overcome them.
Part of the ritual of arriving at a show is to unload the gear, sort the dogs and then go in search of a greasy bacon roll and a strong coffee. Today I didn't have the dogs with me, but that wouldn't detract from the ritual, it would merely mean missing out a stage and getting in the queue earlier!
My alternative: Make and take my own (pointed) BLT sandwich, using ww malted danish so that I'd could have that bacon 'hit' with my coffee.
My next obstacle would be that lunch! I knew I needed to make something I really enjoy, so that I wouldn't feel deprived, and could turn down the 'official' stodge with quiet confidence.....
My alternative: Mini naan bread (warmed, split and then cooled) spread with mango chutney, filled with zero point salad, chicken tikka pieces, and then topped with a drizzle of natural yogurt - my idea of heaven.
A couple of small bananas and iced gems (from multi pack) were on standby for nibbles, and in case the return journey was a nightmare - gotta love that M25!

Although not particularly active physically, I did end up stewarding because we were short staffed, so the grey matter got a bit of a work out!

Unfortunately I didn't get to drink my 2ltrs today, which I have to say was a conscious decision because of the way it is affecting my bladder whilst my body adjusts to the increase. Its really not a good look to excuse yourself from the ring every five minutes!


In the past I may have made the plan, but would never have got round to executing it. I'd have had all good intentions, and then thought 'oh sod it, I'll stop at the services on the way to the show, and/or I'll get something at the show' My intention of course, would be to find a healthy option...but by then it'd be far too late and the temptation would have been to great!

Dinner when I got home was a big plate of beans on toast - instead of the takeaway I would have had in the past.

Oh! I almost forgot, Himself.com had made some shortbread (yum) while I was out cos he said he needed a 'carb rush', and there was 'still some in the tin if I wanted to try some'.
I didnt.

I really am very proud of myself today :0)