Monster mum

I have spent the past two days with my mum and dogs at her caravan in Filey.

Unlike my last post, I have been doing well running and keeping up with it. 

Both mornings I have had a steady 1.5 mile run. Shorter than my usual two miles but the terrain is a lot more difficult. Very up and down hill on top of a lot of rubble, so I am pleased with myself on that front.

On the other hand, my sugar intake has been something to be ashamed of.

My mother, as fantastic as she is, is a baker!
Not by trade but she loves to bake and she is good at it. It is rare I visit home and there isn't some cakey goodness waiting for me. On the one hand, I moan about it affecting my waistline, but god forbid I come home and she hasn't baked anything... I make her life hell. 

This week she had made my favourite, banoffee pie. Mmmm. 

I perhaps wouldn't feel as bad if my lunches and dinners were light and healthy. But no. On Tuesday I indulged in a lot of BBQ food. I know, it is healthy. Not if you eat as much as we do when we BBQ. 

Then last night we ate at our favourite pub. A pub that does nothing but delicious food. But they have no concept of a small portion. 

This was a SMALL roast lamb dinner

I had an 8oz gammon and pineapple with chips and this particular pub has a habit of battering everything. I had three battered mushrooms, an onion ring and a battered parsnip (which is delicious).

My yummy naughty dinner pre banoffee pie

Today however was a new day. 

I haven't gone a day since Friday, without some chocolate. Until today. I have eaten reasonably well today. The only guilt I have comes with the two small slices of garlic bread that came with my lasagne. 

So today, I am patting myself on the back. Onwards and upwards.