Disco Dancing

That’s that then. I’ve had my one night a year where I go out clubbing so now I’m almost ready for everything to go back to normal. I just have a meal out with an old friend tomorrow then I’m going to smash my diet and fitness goals. It seems weird writing this, because I honestly had to work up the energy to even begin this post. I’m that tired.

Although I was sensible and drank a lot of water last night, and I don’t feel ill as such, I do feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. I’m cold, exhausted and aching all over. But I suppose it’s understandable since I danced the night away and didn’t get home till 5am. Full disclosure: I also tackled my friend to the ground (just for fun, I didn’t get into a fight!) but I made sure I didn’t hurt him and landed squarely on my backside. Hard. With him on top of me. So my behind is aching somewhat too!

I did want to get some nice pictures of myself but once I met up with my friends I completely forgot about it. I did however manage to capture my matte lipstick (completely cruelty free, vegan, and from a lovely independent shop called VE Cosmetics) and one obligatory toilet selfie.

Because of hormones and no small amount of falling off the wagon I haven’t been feeling great about myself, but I think I scrubbed up OK and my friends did give me a lot of compliments. I’ve also found that a few of the work guys are treating me a lot differently lately, and some were certainly more, ahem, touchy-feely than they have been on previous nights out.


I’ll do a comparison shot some time next year (the next time I go clubbing) to see what progress I’ve made, and in the meantime here’s what I looked like the first time I went out with the work people in 2016:


Yeah… I haven’t been perfect lately but I’m sure happy with my progress when I see these pictures!

This is why when I fall off the wagon I can never truly give up. Even if progress is currently slow pretty much non-existent, one day I’ll be looking back on last nights’ pictures and I’ll be thankful that I kept going. I’ll spend today recovering then despite the fact that I’m out for a meal, or rather because I’m going out for a meal, I’m going out running first thing tomorrow morning.

My last training session was actually awful. I really struggled and for the first time I didn’t enjoy it. I think there were several factors at work but the main ones are my hormones sapping me of energy, and that where I’ve been eating badly I hadn’t fueled my body properly for exercise. I didn’t imagine it would make such a huge difference, but clearly it does. So there’s yet another incentive to eat well!

I expect my run tomorrow to be tough as hell, but if it is then I vow that it’ll be the last time it’ll ever be that bad.

Right now all I can think about is my my bed that’s calling to me, so I’m going to go for a little nap.

Thanks for reading,

Hayley x

About Hayleyhttp://hayleyslims.wordpress.comCrazy bird lady, vegan, weight loss and fitness enthusiast, lover of photography

6 thoughts on “Disco Dancing

  1. Just look at the difference between those two pictures! You should definitely be super proud of yourself. 🙂 And even if the run is hard, you still did it! So kudo’s for you for being a champ and not giving up \(^-^)/

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  2. That’s some fantastic pictorial progress 😲

    You HAVE to be absolutely flipping chuffed to bits with those before and afters 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

    Although your bum hurts I doubt you’ll forget the night you rugby tackled your mate on a night out 😂💪🏼

    You go girl!!!

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