So, yesterday started as the most amazing day. I did my miracle morning and I felt happiness shooting through my veins as I went to work. My workshop was amazing all though I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t lost any weight myself, but then I had lost 8.5lbs the week before so it was no Biggie really.
When I got home I had a letter waiting for me, that I have been expecting. Unfortunately it didn’t say what I wanted it to say.
I don’t know what happened in my head but suddenly every thought was a negative one, I felt emotional. I’d been knocked for six. The letter wasn’t even bad, looking at it today, it contains good news, it just wasn’t the good news I was expecting.
In a typical Lyndsey fashion I wanted to eat everything in sight and drink wine.
Our plans for the day changed, I no longer had the desire to go and see my friends and it turned out my husband and the kids didn’t want to go anyway.
Instead we went for a family walk to the beach and my husband treated me to a huge cream tea. It was delicious!!
Unfortunately, though I had it in my head I’m going to drink wine and that’s what I did. I didn’t get wasted I had a couple of glasses of red wine whilst I watched a movie. It was all very pleasant.
However, as pleasant as it was, I didn’t sleep well last night and if it hadn’t of been for the fact I woke up at 6 and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was sweating buckets, my miracle morning challenge (to do it everyday for 30 days) would have failed.
Thank goodness for hot flushes 😂🤣🤣
Anyway, I took myself out of bed, I’ve down done my miracle morning and despite the tiredness of a hangover, I do feel good again.
And I have learnt once more that alcohol does absolutely nothing for me!!!!