Going back to work after three weeks of holiday was not the drag I expected it to be. This is because I have amazing workmates and I love my job. Pretty lucky right.
The week before I went back to work I received an email from one of my amazing workmates announcing that the post Christmas situation was Code Red and she was implementing our own HR Biggest Loser. Stat. I had a week to come to terms with the fact I was going to have to step on a scale every week as proof of either my eating success or failure the week before.
Turns out I’m more competitive than I thought. In that week, I got prepared. I put down Game of Thrones. I lunged (sort of). I ate rice cakes. I even went for a walk up a hill and discovered that my muscles had atrophied after three weeks of lying on the couch reading Game of Thrones.
By the time I went back to work I was feeling pretty good. I was already two weeks into the new and improved healthy me and I was determined that the scales would play nice and reflect that. Wrong. Two weeks after cutting anything that resembled unhealthy and putting chia seed into everything I ate, it seemed I was heavier than on the 1st January 2014. Whaaaaaa??!?!
Once we’d all finished negotiating with the Guardian of the Scales (“It’s definitely broken. Are you sure it’s been calibrated recently?”), it was time to take our workmate out to celebrate his birthday. At the pizza place next door no less.
I love pizza. I love cheese. I love crispy crusts and streaky bacon and barbecue sauce and extra cheese and extra toppings and ARGGGGHHH!
I hadn’t expected to be tested so quickly. And by the very people with whom moments before we had committed to ditching the white bread to take up making our own whole food, wholemeal, gluten free bread rolls! Traitors!
I had a salad. It was delicious. While my amazing workmates sat next to me, opposite me and diagonally from me eating the Shawshank – roast lamb with pumpkin, mozzarella and red onion – and Melicious – chicken, chorizo and caramelized onion – I had a salad. And it WAS delicious.
I’ve since made it at home and it was equally tasty. I made a few small alterations – like rocket instead of spinach because the supermarket was severely lacking in it’s vegetable department – but it was still yum. You can find the recipe here.
The next weigh in is looming. I’m hoping the scales and I can come to some arrangement. Wish me luck!