I’ll be the first to hold my hands up and admit how lax I’ve been over Easter. Since St. Paddy’s day, I’ve done nothing but eat and drink crap, with barely any exercise thrown in for good measure. I’ve officially run out of excuses: ‘it’s my birthday’, ‘it’s Easter’, ‘it’s… the second of April (?!)’. I’m a self-confessed mini-egg addict, and I’ve definitely put a few pounds on since coming home from university for three weeks.
But that’s okay. When I’m at uni, I’m a woman possessed. I eat healthily, I’m in the gym nearly everyday (rest days bore me), I have will power of steel, no alcohol, chocolate, etcetera, etcetera. I can do all of those things. And it wasn’t until the other day, when I gazed at the dismal weather outside, that I realised I didn’t have to go for a run if I didn’t feel like it. I don’t have to eat well all the time. I’ve come home and enjoyed my birthday, my boyfriend’s birthday, Easter, trips out with friends I haven’t seen in years, and now I’m on holiday with my lovely mammy. I’ve eaten badly, I’ve drank badly, but it’s okay because I’ve lived.
I know that when I get back to uni next week, I’ll be back to my usual self, and I’m more determined than ever to reach my goals in time for summer. But for now, I’m confident that it’s okay to take a break, especially when I’ve had such a good time doing so. I’d love to be one of those people that can ‘eat clean’ 100% of the time, but I enjoy bread and gin too much- which isn’t necessarily a bad thing! The trick is to not beat yourself up about it: I’ve spoken about the Guilt in a previous post, and it’s something I really struggle with on a daily basis… but this Easter has been the first one in a long time where I haven’t been particularly worried about my weightloss journey, which is a huge deal for me.
So, next Monday I’ll be back on the wagon- but for now, I’m going to enjoy my last few days in Spain, eating churros for breakfast and drinking Rosé in beautiful little tapas bars (even if it is pissing it down).