They call this a relapse. 

Five chocolate chip cookies, four rashes of thick bacon and a gulp down of heavenly milky tea with added sugar. I think this is the first lunch I’ve had in about six or seven weeks. The last relapse was around that time, but the excuse I had was that it was summer holidays, kids were home so at least I have to eat lunch with them. Afterall, who could resist home-made pizza with extra, extra cheese on top? No brainer, so I munched it. 

This seems to be a recurring theme. Some might call it roller-coaster fasting, or lack of discipline. I just cut to the chase: it’s a relapse. The instant high from the carbs and sugar is like a hot mixture of street cocaine, dirty crack n’ acid. Fast, effective and ridiculously addictive.

This is the fight I have. Trying to beat my sugar addiction, and trying to stay away from the bacon. Fat n’ sugar are a potent mix. The cookies called me by name today, and I hit back with a crooked smile. I high-fived those motherfuckers and took each one down with every toke of my tea. Drill bumpin’ in the background speakers spittin’ Harlem Spartans. Kent Nizzy is definitely a head spinner when the sugar is buzzin’.

I really gotta try to stay on point and be more disciplined. But sometimes all the self-help books in the world are no match for Madame Sugar when she gets sexy and strokes you up.

Her lips lick tight.
I admit.
It’s a struggle, and I’m a sugar addict.

I relapsed today after six weeks of OMAD fasting (dinner only), and I feel ashamed. My weight is shook; 98.8 kilo’s on today’s count. Probably more after I cook and eat dinner with the kids when they come back from school. Months of Dr. Ekberg OMAD training videos smoked out in eight minutes flat with no remorse.

Cookies down, bacon gone n’ smilin’ kid left starin’ at one greasy plate.

I really feel shook.
I gotta try…to…be..better.

Only, shine on the day is that 67 gear inches feels good for autumn/ winter riding although I’m cruising abit slower at around 23-26mph instead of my usual 30mph-plus on 76Gi.

Figures.

So it’s day 3 now, and we’ll see how it goes. I didn’t log day 2 (yesterday) cos’ I spent most of the day recovering from 120 kilo leg-presses at the gym. Heck I’m still recovering from a week-long flu! I haven’t been to the gym today either, so I need to work something out to try and burn off this extra 3 kilos.

I’m thinking a midnight burner with a 3 mile sprint tonight on fixed gear will help. So that’s the game plan – for now.

A three mile sprint to save the day, and should help pay for my sins. 

Cookies. Bacon. Sugar-laced milk tea.

A relapse. 

I’m tryin’ mum,
So I’ma try again.