Day 11 – Caught In A Torrential Downpour and Back to Recording A Healthy Deficit.
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I ran along the beach and it was peaceful.
I stopped for dinner in McDonalds in Vilamoura. Had a Big Mac sandwich and a Caramel Sundae.
The heavens opened once I stepped outside for my return run and I was only wearing shorts and t-shirts. I quickly became a drowned rat. The roads here don’t handle downpours well. This made running home along the national road treacherous.
When it rains in Portugal it does not fuck around. I couldn’t see out of my glasses and the rain broke the key I use to get through the security gate to my apartment. I was lucky that the reception was still open otherwise I would’ve had to call the landlord and wait on her in the rain.
My sleep is being disturbed by two roosters. One in particular won’t stop crowing in the middle of the night. It’s a fucking pain. I’m tempted to go to it’s pen at 3am and wake it up with some crowing of my own to see how it likes it.
I’m happy that I recorded a better deficit yesterday. I was beginning to feel out of control for a while. If I hadn’t been updating the blog with my eating patterns then I’d have returned to my normal way of eating by Tuesday of this week.
I always stop diets at the first perceived failure. The more restrictive the diet is, the quicker this happens. That’s why I need a way of eating that is sustainable. Logging calories is fucking boring though. I think most people struggle to lose weight this way because it involves discipline to log everything you eat on a day to day basis.
Whenever I log what I eat I’m always eating more than I expected. Ideally it’d be great to be able to judge naturally the amount calories I need each day instead of bringing out the kitchen scales to weigh cereal and shit like that.
I don’t have kitchen scales here which is why I eat cereal by the box. At least that’s what I say to myself. I’m really just a greedy badger.