The moment I woke up this morning I made some toast and attacked it (with my mouth) like a man who had been forced to go without food for weeks, rather then someone who had willingly gone only 24 hours without it. I probably should have eaten it in the kitchen and not in front of my mother who was visiting and thought I had completely lost the plot as I stuffed it into my mouth.
It was only two slices though and during the day I was careful to watch what I ate, no point going through this 24-hour fasting every week only to ruin it the next day by gorging on takeaways, defeats the purpose. Although it was difficult it was well worth it as I felt better within myself and I was a nice 6 pounds lighter.
After the good show I put in at training yesterday I decided to have a look and see if there was any football going on tonight in the area, I was delighted to discover that there was a six-a-side game going on in Vicky Park and it was FREE. I put my name down as attending. But when I got to the spot they said the game would be happening on there was nobody there, maybe they had been put off by the rain? Although I was a bit miffed at being stood up I decided not to get too pissed about being stood up and instead I ran home so I got some exercise.