... and I have a confession. I started off well and healthily for the fist week of my holiday, but then just kinda went 'screw it I'm just going to enjoy myself' for the last few days and upped my pie and pizza eating, beer drinking and skipping my workouts. Oopsy. On the plus side the holiday was totally wonderful and fantastic and I feel very very relaxed and recharged. I've been getting lots of sun (yay vitamin D), enjoying the Mediterranean diet (olive oil is my friend), getting plenty of sleep and am so happy that cortisol has probably been banished (temporarily) from my body completely.
It's actually nice to be back in the office and I'm excited about throwing myself back into a super healthy mode and getting back to the gym. I've booked onto a full week of classes to get kick started and blast off the little feta cheese pie and mythos tummy I've got at the moment. I think I've expanded my stomach with all that scoffing because today I've just been eating non stop (although I'm travelling and didn't get much sleep last night, so that could explain things I suppose!)
Given the amount of alcohol I glugged (a little more than a glass a day, with only one day off!) I've made a pact with the Mr to be super good and not drink for the next couple of weeks too.
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