The Creamy Goodness Temptation

Alright so yesterday, with one biking session under my belt, d pulled rank on me.
'No biking,' she said. 'Get your ass in the bath and soak, Mister. No use pedalling your ass into oblivion if you can't move in the morning.'
So I duly got my ass in the bath.

This morning, I decided to get some real work done and hied myself to Starbucks, where I get shedloads done, so there was neither biking nor breakfast nor blood testing.
What there was in its place was the creamy goodness temptation.

It's apparently the Holiday Season - seems to be the Holiday Quarter these days, but whatever. That means there are a bunch of creamy delights at my coffee shop of choice - toffee nut this, and peppermint that, and so on.
Spent the majority of the day there, working, and managed to not falter - I was Mr Decaff Skinny Light Shite all day long, thankyouverymuch - and no falling asleep either.

Came home, having had no actual solid food all day, and did a stint on the bike. Moderately disappointing - only 400 calories burned - but have done a couple of hundred calories of walking today too, so that's not so bad. Had a big-ish dinner: d's on a pasta and meatball kick, and to be fair, the meatballs rocked.

All in all, should be within my daily calorie allowance, so not panicking as yet about the preponderance of carbs in my life this week. I refuse to go entirely nuts this early on in the process - you have to pace yourself with your nuts-going, and, y'know, Christmas is coming.

Back to Starbucks in the morning for more creamy goodness temptation, but I think having done a day, I should be OK to do another. From past experience, every day you do right, it gets just a little easier to do the same right again.

But hey, what do I know? We'll see what happens on Tuesday, right?