Death by Pancakes

So... Seeing as yesterday was Shrove Tuesday, also known as Pancake Tuesday, normally what you do is you make pancakes (sweet or savoury, depending on your personal taste) for breakfast, lunch or dessert and you partake in a few... Maybe 1, 2 or if you're feeling really indulgent you have 3.

Not 8!

Now, before you jump to assumptions, no my soul has not been possessed by Dwayne Johnson, nor am I eating for 3. Those 8 pancakes were split into two sittings, lunch and dessert. Ok I tried to be as healthy as possible with them, you know: Agave nectar, diabetic conserves, fruit, a little lemon juice... Kinda hard when you're over enthusiastic parents just lump 4 pancakes at you and tell you to dig in! It's kinda rude not to, especially in Irish households!
The food baby showed itself last evening, for sure! The struggle was real though, could not cycle at all, but I did go for a 45 min dog-enabled speedy walk with Papa Bear, Domino and Peanut, the hulk of a slob-Staffordshire!  It wasn't unproductive as such but when you are trying to get back into your PB's and better 15.36 miles in one sitting, every little helps... but those pancakes didn't!

And I'm still feeling the effects today - Ash Wednesday, first day of Lent and when the entire population of Ireland walk around unashamedly sporting a big blob of dirt on their foreheads from morning mass until bedtime as if it was Haute Couture from the Chanel catwalks at PFW, drawing weird looks from every single tourist that pass us! But not this girl! After breakfast of a big bowl of porridge+seeds+fruit (shush, its better than pancakes!) I attempted 10 miles, managed 6.01 and am quite content with that atm. Because its only 12.34pm right now, and there is always tonight when I'm watching the soaps, i can always try and aim for that 10 miles and watch Debbie Dingle tearing apart two brothers who are fighting over her, sobbing at the top of my lungs  'Why isn't that me!!!!!???'


A girl can dream!