Running During Purim And Breaking My Deficit Streak
Broke my 4 day calorie deficit streak today. I got off on the wrong footing.
Just got really hungry this morning. It’s nearly Mother’s Day here in Britain and I treated myself to a mother load of Guylian seashells. For breakfast. The entire fucking tray. Why? I am not a mother. I am certainly not your mother, you cunt.
Been to the chicken shop up the street for the first time since the dark alcoholic days where I’d go in and order 6 wings without thinking. It’s a grim fucking place. They still have the old decorations up from the previous owner and the owner before that. They claim to sell pizzas but they don’t even have ovens. It’s fucking grim. You don’t go there if you’re a happy. functioning member of society.
I’ve had a good week and need to keep my spirits up. My goal is to end tomorrow with another deficit and get immediately back on track. There’s nothing wrong with having a blowout day. It’s only when I let it get out of hand it becomes a problem.
It’s been a week since I fell and hurt my leg and I’m glad to say I had a much better run.
I ran through Stamford Hill. I like that area as it’s normally quiet. Tonight it was different. It’s mad season amongst the Haredi people. Purim is the one day where they drop their social conservatism and go Magaluf Mental through the streets of North London.
This includes dancing in the streets, drinking, loud music and a load of really angry motorists.
It’s something completely new to me and interesting to see. The only thought in my head was ‘If they can have one day off and spend it on the booze, why can’t I?”.
Answer is simple. You’ll go back to how you were you silly cunt. Not immediately. But slowly. And you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to get back to where you are now. It mightn’t be perfect, but you’re good and you’re OK.
I’ll get my fundraising page up and running for the Isle Of Wight Challenge very soon. I’ll be giving away the last copies of my book for minimum £20 donation. I’d make the price lower only I have so few of them left now and it’s expensive to get them printed and shipped over from America again. Besides, part of me really regrets writing that fucking book.