Camp conflict

Occasionally I take a group of children with disabilities away on camps for the weekend to give their parents respite and give them new experiences. I do this with the help of several volunteers and a second leader, and that's where I was on the weekend.

I was mostly organised. I took ingredients and made my special Tom Yum soup on Friday night, and joined everyone in yummy salad sandwiches on Saturday for lunch. Breakfast was covered with my porridge sachets and mint and ginger tea - which if you haven't realised I can't get enough of at the moment! - but dinner was more difficult. I hadn't had a chance to pick up a chicken breast as I was going to grill it with some steamed veggies. Alas, I ended up having some of the bolognaise sauce I made for the group, with steamed bok choy...crisis averted.

Then came the freddo frog ice cream cake to commemorate a long-time volunteer who was leaving us, and that's where I gave in.

I had a bit of the cake, and then when one of the volunteers brought out the midnight nachos, well it was about 10pm but basically after the kids go to sleep, I hadn't brushed my teeth and I fell head first into two big handfuls of Doritos smothered in salsa, sour cream, melted cheese and avocado. I felt gross.

I finished it off with two pieces of chocolate and a hot chocolate, but continued my bad eating after lunch on Saturday when everyone else had fish and chips and I chose to have pasta and bolognaise - but there were heaps of chips left over, so I grabbed two pieces of bread, whacked the chips in and made a chip buttie, before me and the other leader dug into the leftover ice cream cake with spoons so we didn't have to throw it out.

I figured I couldn't do anything but hop back on the healthy eating bandwagon. So I hitched my stuff and went to training that night to at least try and work off the chips and ice cream, planning for a better day tomorrow...