Weekly Blog #3

This hasn't been a good week for so many reasons.  It started on Pancake Day when I had my pancake party.  We had buckwheat pancakes with pulled pork and pink pickled onions or cheese & ham followed by normal pancakes with nutella, lemon & sugar or rhubarb & ice-cream.  And lots and lots of booze.  Fizzy booze...flat booze...you name it, we had it.  I forgot to take any pictures.

 

The following night I was too tired (aka hungover) to do proper cooking so I made pitta pizzas.  I think I ate a lot of these when I lost all my weight a few years ago.  They're ridiculously easy and satisfy a craving for stodge.  I spread the pitta breads with a mixture of tomato puree and harissa and topped with sauteed mushrooms, sliced mini pepperamis (don't judge me) and grated reduced fat cheddar cheese.  These work out at 7 points each which is pretty pleasing.

 

My least favourite day of the year (other than my birthday) happened this week - Valentine's Day.  I KNOW that it's crap and commercialised and total nonsense, but it does hammer home the fact that I have nobody to be scathing about it with.  It's a bad day for me anyway but coupled with the fact that I had virtually no food in my flat, I went into a bit of a meltdown and worked myself into a major grump.  How I didn't resort to getting myself a big fat takeaway, I don't know, but I didn't.  Instead I made pasta with prosciutto and creme fraiche (the creme fraiche was a hangover from Pancake Day).  This was a pretty generous portion and cost me about 17 points which is quite a lot for dinner, but I had enough to cover it and it was delicious.  I got some of my 5-a-day through pudding - blueberries and bananas. 

 

I was away for the weekend at my sister's.  She cooked this delicious sausage hot pot thing on Friday night - it doesn't look particularly pretty (sorry T) but was tasty and rammed full of vegetables - carrots, cabbage and potatoes.  I'll definitely be getting the recipe from her.

 

 

After that it all went a bit wrong.  On Saturday we went to a rare-breeds farm where they make delicious soups, homemade bread and cakes.  I started off OK with a bowl of soup (although there was a really good bread roll which I smothered in butter) but I truly fell of the wagon when I had scones on the way out.  They were DELICIOUS but scones, butter, jam and cream are simply not diet-friendly.  Here is one done The Wrong Way Round - the jam should clearly go under the cream.

 

 

For dinner, T cooked from Thomasina Miers' cookbooks.  We had mushroom and sweetcorn quesadillas, black bean tostadas with feta and roasted salsa and chipotle chicken tostadas with avocado and pink pickled onions.  They were utterly delicious and I ate far more than I needed to.

 

 

Sunday was exceptionally naughty.  Toast for breakfast.  Fish and chips at the seaside.  A token nod to vegetables via the medium of mushy peas.  Crumpets and wine for dinner.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  And last night, I came home to a freezing cold flat with empty cupboards and ordered a takeaway.  I may not have finished it all and I ordered more sensibly that I would have pre-diet, but it's still BAD.  My justification was that I knew that I'd have put on weight this week so what harm would it do? 

And the damage?  I have put back on everything that I lost last week - 3 pounds of fat for a few days of taking no care over what I ate.  I barely counted my points at all this week and it makes such a difference - it's easy to turn a blind eye to the bit of butter you use or the extra slice of bread when you're not logging it all in the weight watchers app.  I also feel like crap - I haven't eaten nearly as many fruit and vegetables and have eaten far, far too much bread and toast and have drunk alcohol far more than I have become accustomed to.  I feel sluggish, unhealthy and FAT.  And miserable.  And I know that this week is going to be difficult to navigate as I'm out for dinner tomorrow and Saturday.  It's sad that eating out has ceased to be a treat and has become such a source of anxiety for me.