Got up at 4am to drive to Butlins in Bognor Regis. The journey took much longer than expected. First there was roadworks on the M1 then there was an accident on the M1 which resulted in traffic at a standstill. Then onto the M25... more roadworks then an accident then yet more roadworks.
I thought we were never going to actually get to Bognor Regis but we did mid afternoon. Diet was on good on route. Pan chocolate before leaving. crunchy nut cornflakes when we stopped for breakfast. Chocolate biscuit and packet of crisps whist driving. Red bull (that was necessary) and when we stopped for lunch I had scampi and chips (it was horrible).
When we got here I had an unplanned workout to make up for it. I wish I had been wearing my hr monitor. When I thought 'we are staying in this country, there is no luggage allowance' and packed 2 huge suitcases, really huge, you can't buy bigger, 1 largest you can buy holdall and my aerobic step, no one mentioned that I would have to take them all up a flight of stairs. I also didn't consider that every other time I've had Stephen to help but not this time.
It's quite some distance from the car part to the challet. I couldn't find a trolley so just took one of the cases to start with. Then discovered I had to take it up a flight of stairs. That was difficult enough. Then I found a trolley and went back and got the rest of the stuff. Getting them all up the stairs on my own really was very hard. I wish I knew how much that second suitcase weighed as I know I can now lift quite heavy weights. I supprise myself by doing thing like carrying a full size tv set from one room to another. I probably couldn't do it more than once and complain a lot but I know if need be I can lift and carry very heavy things.
That suitcase. I had all on to lift it and couldn't move it more than a couple of steps at a time. By the time I had everything inside I was knackered and swetting like a pig. It was disgusting. it was seriously as bad as when I work really hard at the gym.
Still, in a way that sort of made me feel good. I knew that a few years ago I wouldn't have been able to do that. I don't know what I would have done if I had found myself in that situation, I probably would have tried and then sat and cried until someone came along and did it for me.
As we were walking round I was quite suprised at the number of really obese people here. It seems butlins attracts them. After getting all the luggage in I got changed and looked in the mirror and thought 'my god I look pregnant' Then I realised that I am one of those people. That was a depressing thought.
With that thought in my head we went to dinner. lots of nice looking food. Roast chicken in some yummy looking sauce, toad in the hole, maccaroni cheese and several other things. I had ham salad. There were loads of different cakes and cheese cakes and profitterolles and things like that for desert but nothing healthy, not so much as a yogurt or piece of fruit so I had none.
I was sat sulking and whining about how nice the cheesecake looks but I can't eat it when Chloe said 'you can have some cheesecake if you win the big race' (she calls the London Marathon the big race) That made me laugh a lot and temorarily cheered me up.
We went to the shop and there wasn't that much I could eat from there either but I was reluctant to buy anything anyway. I've already paid for out meals, I can't not eat the food I've paid for then go buy other food from the shop instead.
tomorrow might be better.
I'm also feeling guilty about paying £35 for internet access. It didn't take long to realise I'm not going to be able to go to Mcdonalds for the free internet. It would take quite a chunk out of each day and mean Chloe would miss loads of stuff and it seems silly when I'm just sat here on my own once she's in bed. So I thought what the hell and paid the £35.
Feet are aching like mad. Not sure what that's about, feels like I've been on my feet all day rather than behind the wheel of a car.
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