Day 20 – My Last Stand In The Algarve
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I’ve achieved what I’ve always wanted to achieve.
I weigh under 90kgs whilst wearing shoes, jeans, t-shirt and my travellers bum-bag. Hell fucking yes! That means I’m closing in on being sub 88kg for the first time as an adult.
Yesterday was my last full night in the Algarve and for once I wasn’t sentimental about it. A fortnight in the same place is more than enough.
Last night’s ‘run’ was a fucking piss take. I plodded to the closest garage, bought some Kinder chocolate and 2 packets of toffees. Then jogged back. So easy. So peaceful.
My calorie consumption was quite low too. On rest days in the past I’ve made the mistake of eating too much out of boredom and exercising little of it off. I like these rest days better. Even though I’m recovering I’m still moving forward.
I no longer underestimate the power of the 5ks. It’s the short runs that make the big runs possible. They help me recover and keep the momentum going. Without them I’d be totally fucked.
I also bought a bag of oranges from the local store. 11 of the fuckers. Ate all of them in 15 minutes. Absolutely delicious but fuck knows what this means for my bowels over the next week.
Hopefully won’t suffer the same bad luck as Mark..
— Mark Hoskins (@Razledazlemark) February 19, 2017
I’ve put them down as about 650 calories but I’ve no idea of that’s right. Even if 11 oranges = 1250 calories, I still recorded a deficit so fuck the system.
I’m typing this from my hostel in Seville. I ‘upgraded’ to a private room but I can still hear the pub crawl people downstairs screaming. Party central. I’m OK though. I’m glad to be here and I’m not drinking today.
Yesterday’s eating in full. And for the last time. Yes. This is what I eat and I normally eat WAY worse than this.