Holy shrinking arse, Batman. 2.25lbs off!
What the hell is going on? You know the fairytale about the cobblers shoes and the wee elves that come alive at night...well I think they must be having a go on my scales. I can't actually believe this.
I suppose when I think back over the week, I AM putting the work in. I just can't believe the losses I am getting week after week. It's not like me. Not at all. This is the lightest I have EVER been. That doesn't seem real. To write that down. It's something I've thought about so many times and it just seems to have suddenly arrived.
So what am I doing? I feel like I need to note it down so that when I need inspiration in the future and I am struggling see past ice cream, sweeties and well, anything that's not nailed down, I can remind myself what works for me. Now that I think about it, that's actually not the problem time. The problem time is when I am trying to be good and I feel like I'm putting the work in but I get zero results or a paltry quarter pound here and there.
Exercise. I'm working out about four times a week just now. That is usually two runs, spinning and swimming. I can definitely feel my fitness improving and I know I am working hard during each of these workouts. I mean, I ran 7km the other day without stopping and at 6.20mins per km! Pow pow!
Food. This is where I really need to pay attention as this is when I can often cross the fine line between eating healthily to maintain or dieting. Yeah, yeah - we're not supposed to be on a diet. We're supposed to change our lifelong eating habits. I have done that. I have changed them and oh my god, I am such a healthy eater but to lose weight, I gotta be on a diet. I gotta go without and sometimes feel a little hungry. That's the reality.
What am I eating... for breakfast it's mostly melon and low fat yogurt. Sometimes porridge with a little honey. And not huge portions. I might have a couple of clementines before lunch, which is usually soup. I've got into the habit of making a massive portion of soup on Monday and freezing individual portions so I've constantly got a varied supply to choose from. This week's was spinach and chicken Thai style (which I just made up) and last week was cauliflower. I just have the soup - no bread or crackers or anything else at all. I might have another piece of fruit before dinner but usually just coffee. I drink a lot of coffee. Probably about 4 big cups a day at least - and then decaff tea in the evenings.
Evening meals are usually things like chilli and a sweet potato, healthy fish pie, sausage casserole. All really normal stuff. I'm just making sure I have a small portion. Oh, and it's always cooked from scratch. I need to remind myself, it's not some magic formula - it's just being organised - and not snacking.
There is one thing that I am sure is helping. I'm really busy. As soon as we finish our tea most weeknights, we are straight into painting and decorating until at least 9am. That's not exactly burning a load of calories but I'm on the go All. The Time. There is no sitting watching telly for hours on end. And and weekends too. That's gotta add up - right?
So it's heads down for another week - onwards and downwards!
Starting Weight: 14 stone 0.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 9lbs
Weight Loss This Week: 2.25lbs
Total 2013 Weight Loss: 1stone 5.25lbs
I'm on a lifelong mission to ditch the lard. Stones away from my heaviest, I'm closing in on my pre-pregnancy weight. Next up, my wedding weight! Onwards!
Thursday 28 November 2013
Wednesday 27 November 2013
Wedding planning perils
I always knew that TB and I would have a short engagement. We want to be married so why wait. 'Let's get this show on the road', has been my engagement catchphrase. And indeed the show is well and truly roadworthy.
I have to confess though, it's not all been hearts and flowers. I honestly envisaged me making decisions and everyone else agreeing with me. I had a fair idea of what I wanted for us and really did think that with every thing I decided upon, people (TB and my family and friends) would be nodding enthusiastically in agreement. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
So TB popped the question and I was cock-a-hoop. Still am! I then proceeded to immediately get myself into a bit of a tizz about choosing the ring but once that was done it was onto thinking about a venue. As I mentioned here that was not as straight forward as I thought. The venue I had in my head just didn't exist and I also had to contend with TB and my parents' thoughts which really began to annoy. Well, actually it was pissing me off, to be frank. In fact - this is the same thing about lots of different wedding things. I have been pissed off.
I spend hours looking into something - whether it be venue/luxury portaloos/marquees/caterers. Let's use the venue as the prime example here. I come up with what I think is a great option and I am quite excited about it. I then tell TB about it and thinks the garden is too small/he doesn't really like the location/thinks the house it's too small etc. etc. I get annoyed and tell him that he needs to make a few suggestions. He looks for ten minutes and finds one place he likes the look of. I say okay, let's go and see it. In the meantime I tell my mum where we're thinking of and she says: "What? You're thinking of xxxx? Oh no. That's not a great place at all. And it's so far away. Oh no." Aaaaaaaargh! Cannot win. And then it's back to square one and me spending even more time coming up with options. I felt like a go between trying to keep everyone happy but essentially just compromising so that things can move ahead.
Another example... I decided to hire a generator from an independent supplier rather than via the marquee hire company as it's a lot cheaper. I was telling my mum a funny story to do with it and mid sentence she breenges in with: "You're not getting the generator from the same place? Riiiight, well, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Jesus wept! I was just mentioning it in passing - and more criticism.
At the time it felt like I was doing nothing but investigating wedding stuff and no matter what I did I was getting questioned and probed about it all. I would tell TB I had thought of something good and he didn't like it so that was that shot down in flames. I would tell my dad I had found a supplier for something and I was getting grilled on what time they would deliver it, where exactly it would go and how many inches off the ground it would be. GIVE ME STRENGTH!
Where was the support? Where was the "well done for looking into all this stuff by yourself." No-one else was making calls. No-one else was researching. No-one else was coming up with solutions! The only person that was, was getting questioned ALL THE TIME. And I don't like being questioned - on a normal day, never mind about my wedding day.
So then every time I spoke to my parents, TB's parents - who I felt like I was repeating stuff to again and again, I was ready to be questioned and may have been a little sensitive. They knew I was getting annoyed and so there was a whole lot of tension. Oh what a great time full of love and romance.
That is the negative side. That is me feeling a bit ground down by it all and it's not actually a fair representation. It doesn't show that when we presented a run down walled garden to my parents and talked about marquees, making our own canapes, rigging up lighting and making an archway to get married in front of, they nodded and then spent the next two hours talking through with us how they could make our wishes come true.
Our parents will do what they can to make us happy and that's something that makes me want to cry with love when I think about TB, he will do anything to make me happy - I am his priority.
My mum and dad are incredibly practical and the devil is most certainly in the detail. They want to make sure that every eventuality is covered off and that plan A, B and C are in place. They want to make sure on the day, no-one is running around dealing with last minute stresses. They want to enjoy the day. They want everyone else to enjoy the day. They want TB and I to love the day.
At the moment we're in a little wedding lull. All the key things are booked and I'm just ironing out some details with the caterer and handing out the last few save the dates. We've not yet got into the next level of detail. We're not quite down to millimetre plan of where the chairs will go for the ceremony, or how the glasses are being moved from the marquee to the drinks reception area - at what time and by who - but we soon will be, you can count on that.
You can also count on the fact I'll be questioned within an inch of my life, will also want to throw things and will no doubt have a cream puff or two. But I have to remember that it is all done with love. I cannot wait for the wedding. It's going to be incredible. I cannot wait to be married to TB. Our life together is going to be (already is) incredible. Our families and friends are incredible.
I have to confess though, it's not all been hearts and flowers. I honestly envisaged me making decisions and everyone else agreeing with me. I had a fair idea of what I wanted for us and really did think that with every thing I decided upon, people (TB and my family and friends) would be nodding enthusiastically in agreement. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
So TB popped the question and I was cock-a-hoop. Still am! I then proceeded to immediately get myself into a bit of a tizz about choosing the ring but once that was done it was onto thinking about a venue. As I mentioned here that was not as straight forward as I thought. The venue I had in my head just didn't exist and I also had to contend with TB and my parents' thoughts which really began to annoy. Well, actually it was pissing me off, to be frank. In fact - this is the same thing about lots of different wedding things. I have been pissed off.
I spend hours looking into something - whether it be venue/luxury portaloos/marquees/caterers. Let's use the venue as the prime example here. I come up with what I think is a great option and I am quite excited about it. I then tell TB about it and thinks the garden is too small/he doesn't really like the location/thinks the house it's too small etc. etc. I get annoyed and tell him that he needs to make a few suggestions. He looks for ten minutes and finds one place he likes the look of. I say okay, let's go and see it. In the meantime I tell my mum where we're thinking of and she says: "What? You're thinking of xxxx? Oh no. That's not a great place at all. And it's so far away. Oh no." Aaaaaaaargh! Cannot win. And then it's back to square one and me spending even more time coming up with options. I felt like a go between trying to keep everyone happy but essentially just compromising so that things can move ahead.
Another example... I decided to hire a generator from an independent supplier rather than via the marquee hire company as it's a lot cheaper. I was telling my mum a funny story to do with it and mid sentence she breenges in with: "You're not getting the generator from the same place? Riiiight, well, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Jesus wept! I was just mentioning it in passing - and more criticism.
At the time it felt like I was doing nothing but investigating wedding stuff and no matter what I did I was getting questioned and probed about it all. I would tell TB I had thought of something good and he didn't like it so that was that shot down in flames. I would tell my dad I had found a supplier for something and I was getting grilled on what time they would deliver it, where exactly it would go and how many inches off the ground it would be. GIVE ME STRENGTH!
Where was the support? Where was the "well done for looking into all this stuff by yourself." No-one else was making calls. No-one else was researching. No-one else was coming up with solutions! The only person that was, was getting questioned ALL THE TIME. And I don't like being questioned - on a normal day, never mind about my wedding day.
So then every time I spoke to my parents, TB's parents - who I felt like I was repeating stuff to again and again, I was ready to be questioned and may have been a little sensitive. They knew I was getting annoyed and so there was a whole lot of tension. Oh what a great time full of love and romance.
That is the negative side. That is me feeling a bit ground down by it all and it's not actually a fair representation. It doesn't show that when we presented a run down walled garden to my parents and talked about marquees, making our own canapes, rigging up lighting and making an archway to get married in front of, they nodded and then spent the next two hours talking through with us how they could make our wishes come true.
Our parents will do what they can to make us happy and that's something that makes me want to cry with love when I think about TB, he will do anything to make me happy - I am his priority.
My mum and dad are incredibly practical and the devil is most certainly in the detail. They want to make sure that every eventuality is covered off and that plan A, B and C are in place. They want to make sure on the day, no-one is running around dealing with last minute stresses. They want to enjoy the day. They want everyone else to enjoy the day. They want TB and I to love the day.
At the moment we're in a little wedding lull. All the key things are booked and I'm just ironing out some details with the caterer and handing out the last few save the dates. We've not yet got into the next level of detail. We're not quite down to millimetre plan of where the chairs will go for the ceremony, or how the glasses are being moved from the marquee to the drinks reception area - at what time and by who - but we soon will be, you can count on that.
You can also count on the fact I'll be questioned within an inch of my life, will also want to throw things and will no doubt have a cream puff or two. But I have to remember that it is all done with love. I cannot wait for the wedding. It's going to be incredible. I cannot wait to be married to TB. Our life together is going to be (already is) incredible. Our families and friends are incredible.
Tuesday 26 November 2013
Proud Mary
The diet has been going incredibly well over the past five days with just a couple of small misdemeanours - such as half a bottle of red wine, some of the pastry from the top of a steak pie and a sliver of mint aero cheesecake.
The latter two actually happened when we were at a friend's house for dinner. You know what it's like - hard to say no without being rude. I did insist on a tiny slice and when it arrived I passed it over to TB as it was still massive - and had to ask for an even smaller one.
I also seem to have found my running groove. I actually feel like this is the best I have ever been at running. Even better than when I did the half marathon - which was six and a half years ago! God, I was just about to turn 27. That seems like yesterday. So I was younger but I still seem to be running better now. I don't know what's happened!
I've got a 5.2km route I do, down past the beach. I can do that no problem and my pace seems to be as good as it is going to get - the past few runs have been within a few seconds of each other. On Friday I ventured out, in the frost, to complete it as per usual and I decided that if I felt good, I would try and extend it. Good I felt, extend it I did. Whaddya know - I had another 1.3km in me.
Yesterday I toyed with the thought of going back to bodypump but I was actually quite keen to try running a bit longer again. That's right. I just used KEEN and RUNNING in the same sentence! WTF? So off I trotted. And then I trotted some more. And I kept trotting until I had trotted a total of 7km - and it was my fastest pace yet! I couldn't believe it. I am so pleased with myself.
That achievement and also feeling a bit slimmer... I feel really great just now. I'm proud of myself and I just need to keep rolling.
I'm also proud of all the hard work we're putting into our home - and TB's dad too. We've spent hours each week preparing and painting our front room. We've finally finished the wood work and have undercoated a good bit too - goodbye green ceiling! At the weekend we even managed to get some of the colour on the walls. THANK GOD. I cannot wait to be finished and to do fun stuff like rearranging cushions! My hand can't take much more.
Thursday 21 November 2013
Weigh in
As I mentioned, I don't feel any thinner this week compared to last week. It seems the scales, those bloody lovely scales, would disagree though. 1.75lbs off.
I can't quite believe this. I'm losing weight like never before. Well, like the 2stone weight loss of 2011 actually. But I'm telling you, it seems easier this time round.
In 2011 I felt like I had to devote a lot more time and effort to get the same results. I was working out 5 days a week and really spent a LOT of time thinking about the whole escapade. I was also cycling everywhere. I used to do a circuits class and cycle 4 miles home afterwards! And I was living on my own so I didn't have to make meals that would satisfy TB as well as myself.
Whatever I am doing this time - it seems to be working. And long may it continue!
Totally unrelated, the room I work in at home is flipping baltic so I'm constantly in a bobbly old cardi and scarf - oh and kitten. I think he thinks he's a parrot.
Starting Weight: 14 stone 0.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 11.25lbs
Weight Loss This Week: 1.75lbs
Total 2013 Weight Loss: 1stone 3lbs
I can't quite believe this. I'm losing weight like never before. Well, like the 2stone weight loss of 2011 actually. But I'm telling you, it seems easier this time round.
In 2011 I felt like I had to devote a lot more time and effort to get the same results. I was working out 5 days a week and really spent a LOT of time thinking about the whole escapade. I was also cycling everywhere. I used to do a circuits class and cycle 4 miles home afterwards! And I was living on my own so I didn't have to make meals that would satisfy TB as well as myself.
Whatever I am doing this time - it seems to be working. And long may it continue!
Totally unrelated, the room I work in at home is flipping baltic so I'm constantly in a bobbly old cardi and scarf - oh and kitten. I think he thinks he's a parrot.
Starting Weight: 14 stone 0.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 11.25lbs
Weight Loss This Week: 1.75lbs
Total 2013 Weight Loss: 1stone 3lbs
Wednesday 20 November 2013
Ride on time
There is a post that has been brewing inside my noggin for some time, all about wedding planning.
I've got a lot to say on the matter but I need to take my time with it - and time is not something I have today.Work is chocca just now, which is good but I just feel like I am running around feeling guilty all the time.
When I work from home I feel like I'm always trying to fit too much in - cooking, cleaning, running, looking after the cats, wedding stuff, house crap (getting blinds measured/phoning plumbers) - and that is all before I've even thought about doing any actual proper work. When I'm going that stuff I feel guilty about not doing enough work work and vice versa. There is just never enough time. Tonight we're painting the ceiling of the living room - and I'll also need to do washing and dishes. Waaaaaaa! Sorry - just feeling a bit overwhelmed with it all just now.
So it's weigh in tomorrow. Apart from Saturday's meal out and a few handfuls of crisps here and there, I've been on track. I've also run 5.2km, twice and been to spinning and bodypump. Despite seriously wanting to body-swerve swimming last night I went - but I didn't even get into the pool. Who knows what the hell was going on but it was rammed with kids. I honestly could not have swam a stroke - there were that many of them. Instead I sat in the sauna for a bit - and then went home! What a waste of time.
Regardless, that's four workouts in seven days, which I am pleased with. I don't feel any thinner/different than last week but we shall see what the scales are giving to it in the morning.
I've got a lot to say on the matter but I need to take my time with it - and time is not something I have today.Work is chocca just now, which is good but I just feel like I am running around feeling guilty all the time.
When I work from home I feel like I'm always trying to fit too much in - cooking, cleaning, running, looking after the cats, wedding stuff, house crap (getting blinds measured/phoning plumbers) - and that is all before I've even thought about doing any actual proper work. When I'm going that stuff I feel guilty about not doing enough work work and vice versa. There is just never enough time. Tonight we're painting the ceiling of the living room - and I'll also need to do washing and dishes. Waaaaaaa! Sorry - just feeling a bit overwhelmed with it all just now.
So it's weigh in tomorrow. Apart from Saturday's meal out and a few handfuls of crisps here and there, I've been on track. I've also run 5.2km, twice and been to spinning and bodypump. Despite seriously wanting to body-swerve swimming last night I went - but I didn't even get into the pool. Who knows what the hell was going on but it was rammed with kids. I honestly could not have swam a stroke - there were that many of them. Instead I sat in the sauna for a bit - and then went home! What a waste of time.
Regardless, that's four workouts in seven days, which I am pleased with. I don't feel any thinner/different than last week but we shall see what the scales are giving to it in the morning.
Tuesday 19 November 2013
Wipeout
What up peeps!
I am tired, my limbs are sore and I am hungry. This is for several reasons.
Firstly, we finally started painting our living room last night. Finally! All the rubbing down and sanding is over - horay! But now we are faced with the reality of how long the painting will take. Last night it took me a few hours to paint one cupboard. Admittedly, it's a massive cupboard and I did all the edging and cornice edges around it too - but my god, s..l...o...w... An evening of boring painting will tire you out.
Holding my paintbrush up above my head and at awkward angles will also tire out limbs that bodypumped earlier that day. Yes, I went to my once favourite class and pumped my ass off! I was not looking forward to it but I actually quite enjoyed myself and I might even go back - shock horror. Today, though... my thighs are pretty sore and I am feeling pretty wiped out.
The reason I ended up going to pump in the first place is that following a lovely meal out with TB's folks on Saturday night, I knew I had over indulged and so on Sunday morning I forced myself out for a run - just over 5km. It ended up being a really good run and I was so chuffed with my time and how pacey I felt throughout the whole thing. I might have been ready to spew in the moments afterwards - but the run itself felt good. Anyway, having run on Sunday I thought I should try and mix things up a bit yesterday.
I'm also feeling weary and hungry because my period is just days away. I'd like to think it would get here before Thursday's weigh in but it'll probably rock up on Friday, just cause it likes to mess with me like that. It may or may not be related but I have found that the past few days have been a little picky, with the odd handful of crisps here and there - and the odd cracker with cold meat. I need to knock that on the head.
I really cannot be arsed going swimming tonight but I know it'll help my sore muscles and it'll also keep m from constantly wandering through to the kitchen, looking in cupboards.
I am tired, my limbs are sore and I am hungry. This is for several reasons.
Firstly, we finally started painting our living room last night. Finally! All the rubbing down and sanding is over - horay! But now we are faced with the reality of how long the painting will take. Last night it took me a few hours to paint one cupboard. Admittedly, it's a massive cupboard and I did all the edging and cornice edges around it too - but my god, s..l...o...w... An evening of boring painting will tire you out.
Holding my paintbrush up above my head and at awkward angles will also tire out limbs that bodypumped earlier that day. Yes, I went to my once favourite class and pumped my ass off! I was not looking forward to it but I actually quite enjoyed myself and I might even go back - shock horror. Today, though... my thighs are pretty sore and I am feeling pretty wiped out.
The reason I ended up going to pump in the first place is that following a lovely meal out with TB's folks on Saturday night, I knew I had over indulged and so on Sunday morning I forced myself out for a run - just over 5km. It ended up being a really good run and I was so chuffed with my time and how pacey I felt throughout the whole thing. I might have been ready to spew in the moments afterwards - but the run itself felt good. Anyway, having run on Sunday I thought I should try and mix things up a bit yesterday.
I'm also feeling weary and hungry because my period is just days away. I'd like to think it would get here before Thursday's weigh in but it'll probably rock up on Friday, just cause it likes to mess with me like that. It may or may not be related but I have found that the past few days have been a little picky, with the odd handful of crisps here and there - and the odd cracker with cold meat. I need to knock that on the head.
I really cannot be arsed going swimming tonight but I know it'll help my sore muscles and it'll also keep m from constantly wandering through to the kitchen, looking in cupboards.
Thursday 14 November 2013
Weigh in
What do you get if you add 1 and 2? Well, yeah... three. But that's not what I mean AND YOU KNOW IT!
TWELVE. You get twelve! Yes, you might have realised thanks to all the block capitals that I am back in the 12s! Whooppeeeee! WHOOPPEE!
I lost a whole two pounds. Two big fat pounds. Gone! I am pleased. Very pleased! I am firmly in the 12's and just four pounds away from my all time low. Holy crap, it's just sunk in how close I am. Bloody hell. That's insane. If I keep focused I could be, dare I say say it, in FF (fresh fat) for Christmas. It's been a long time since I uttered the FF phrase. Oh my.
We've got a weekend of painting and decorating ahead of us this weekend so that's more general activity and little temptation but we are going out for a lovely meal on Saturday night with the future in-laws which I'm slightly concerned about. You know what it's like, wine with the meal is how it goes. Wine is not my friend. I'm just going to have to drink slowly and intersperse it with water. Until then... soups, fish, spinning, running and thinking positively.
Onwards.
Starting Weight: 14 stone 0.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 13lbs
Weight Loss This Week: 2lbs
Total 2013 Weight Loss: 1stone 1.25lbs
PS) I've changed my wee updater thingymabob. It was getting out of hand! I've also changed the starting weight to what it would be on my new scales.
TWELVE. You get twelve! Yes, you might have realised thanks to all the block capitals that I am back in the 12s! Whooppeeeee! WHOOPPEE!
I lost a whole two pounds. Two big fat pounds. Gone! I am pleased. Very pleased! I am firmly in the 12's and just four pounds away from my all time low. Holy crap, it's just sunk in how close I am. Bloody hell. That's insane. If I keep focused I could be, dare I say say it, in FF (fresh fat) for Christmas. It's been a long time since I uttered the FF phrase. Oh my.
We've got a weekend of painting and decorating ahead of us this weekend so that's more general activity and little temptation but we are going out for a lovely meal on Saturday night with the future in-laws which I'm slightly concerned about. You know what it's like, wine with the meal is how it goes. Wine is not my friend. I'm just going to have to drink slowly and intersperse it with water. Until then... soups, fish, spinning, running and thinking positively.
Onwards.
Starting Weight: 14 stone 0.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 13lbs
Weight Loss This Week: 2lbs
Total 2013 Weight Loss: 1stone 1.25lbs
PS) I've changed my wee updater thingymabob. It was getting out of hand! I've also changed the starting weight to what it would be on my new scales.
Wednesday 13 November 2013
Ring the changes
Tomorrow is weigh day and I wouldn't exactly say I am looking forward to it, but I am definitely interested to see what the numbers have to say about the past week.
However, I'm mentally preparing myself to deal with a result I don't want (as happens all too bloody often) by taking a moment to concentrate on some changes I have noticed that actually mean more than what the scales decided to say.
The one that I am noticing all the time is something the lovely Peridot mentioned a few weeks ago... my engagement ring is looser. Well, she mentioned hers was looser, not mine! It was always a bit big as I wasn't willing to give it up to get resized the day we got it. but now it's positively spinning from side to side and wobbles about when I move my hand. So, that'll be all the time. So fingers are definitely slimmer. Yay! Just what I always wanted... ahem.
Ummm, what else. Oh yeah. Boobs. Of course, the girls are smaller. As per usual. They don't really look much smaller but there is bra gaping going on that tells me otherwise. Although, that could mean that my back is slimmer...
Last night when I was swimming I felt as if I wasn't so much hauling my bulk through the water but rather gliding, in places. And I felt my stroke was faster. That's only my third week of going but it gave me motivation to make sure I keep going back. That's not really to do with feeling thinner, but definitely fitter.
In other news, last night I made a Victoria sponge cake and 12 mini ones (i.e. fairy cakes with jam hidden inside and topped with buttercream icing). There was icing left over... I put it in the bin. Bring on the scales!
However, I'm mentally preparing myself to deal with a result I don't want (as happens all too bloody often) by taking a moment to concentrate on some changes I have noticed that actually mean more than what the scales decided to say.
The one that I am noticing all the time is something the lovely Peridot mentioned a few weeks ago... my engagement ring is looser. Well, she mentioned hers was looser, not mine! It was always a bit big as I wasn't willing to give it up to get resized the day we got it. but now it's positively spinning from side to side and wobbles about when I move my hand. So, that'll be all the time. So fingers are definitely slimmer. Yay! Just what I always wanted... ahem.
Ummm, what else. Oh yeah. Boobs. Of course, the girls are smaller. As per usual. They don't really look much smaller but there is bra gaping going on that tells me otherwise. Although, that could mean that my back is slimmer...
Last night when I was swimming I felt as if I wasn't so much hauling my bulk through the water but rather gliding, in places. And I felt my stroke was faster. That's only my third week of going but it gave me motivation to make sure I keep going back. That's not really to do with feeling thinner, but definitely fitter.
In other news, last night I made a Victoria sponge cake and 12 mini ones (i.e. fairy cakes with jam hidden inside and topped with buttercream icing). There was icing left over... I put it in the bin. Bring on the scales!
Tuesday 12 November 2013
Stop and smell the roses
I had such a great weekend. TB was away for most of it and I had so much time to myself.
The weather was lovely. How nice to wake up to the sun streaming in my bedroom window. I woke up energised, hangover free and set about kicking the arse out my to do list. Not only did I go to the gym, varnish the floor, do some work, do 2 loads of washing, clean floors and cook, but I also did some gardening. What's that all about?!
Well, it's more about the shame than anything else. Our front garden is a rose garden but there are more weeds than roses and it looked awful. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't stand it a moment longer. It looks SO much better now but there are still so many weeks. Chickweed - what the chuff? I've been reliably informed that's what is spreading like wildfire. It was a very dull job but at least that's it done... till the next time.
Of course, there was also plenty of time snuggling with the kittens (who are getting so big!). They are so funny; when they are sleepy they just lie about anywhere and you can do anything to them. There are actually two cats in that picture but Papa Lazarou is so black he's impossible to photograph.
The diet is still going really well. Really well. One glass of red wine and a small milky bar were just about my only treats. Oh, and nibbling at some ciabatta. But I was active all weekend. In between the cleaning, shopping, gardening and general house stuff, I hardly sat down.
Yesterday I had a bit of time to go shopping after a meeting and the next thing I knew I had bought a knee length, dark grey coat - in size 14! Yeah, it's a bit nippy around the bottom - but it fits. Today I've got a dress on that I've not worn for weeks and it is the loosest I can ever remember it being!
I've only managed to go for a run (new fastest 5k time!) and a spin class since weigh in, and possibly swimming tonight if I don't have to help TB with something, so not quite as much exercise as I would like. A loss of a pound and a quarter would take me into the 12's so that's what I've got my sights on so it's eyes on the prize and heads down and we enter the final furlong of the dieting week.
The weather was lovely. How nice to wake up to the sun streaming in my bedroom window. I woke up energised, hangover free and set about kicking the arse out my to do list. Not only did I go to the gym, varnish the floor, do some work, do 2 loads of washing, clean floors and cook, but I also did some gardening. What's that all about?!
Well, it's more about the shame than anything else. Our front garden is a rose garden but there are more weeds than roses and it looked awful. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't stand it a moment longer. It looks SO much better now but there are still so many weeks. Chickweed - what the chuff? I've been reliably informed that's what is spreading like wildfire. It was a very dull job but at least that's it done... till the next time.
Of course, there was also plenty of time snuggling with the kittens (who are getting so big!). They are so funny; when they are sleepy they just lie about anywhere and you can do anything to them. There are actually two cats in that picture but Papa Lazarou is so black he's impossible to photograph.
The diet is still going really well. Really well. One glass of red wine and a small milky bar were just about my only treats. Oh, and nibbling at some ciabatta. But I was active all weekend. In between the cleaning, shopping, gardening and general house stuff, I hardly sat down.
Yesterday I had a bit of time to go shopping after a meeting and the next thing I knew I had bought a knee length, dark grey coat - in size 14! Yeah, it's a bit nippy around the bottom - but it fits. Today I've got a dress on that I've not worn for weeks and it is the loosest I can ever remember it being!
I've only managed to go for a run (new fastest 5k time!) and a spin class since weigh in, and possibly swimming tonight if I don't have to help TB with something, so not quite as much exercise as I would like. A loss of a pound and a quarter would take me into the 12's so that's what I've got my sights on so it's eyes on the prize and heads down and we enter the final furlong of the dieting week.
Friday 8 November 2013
White Christmas
A quiet night in, saving money and then.... BOOM!
M&S advert on the telly and next thing I know I've bought this sucker. Work Christmas night out... hello!
M&S advert on the telly and next thing I know I've bought this sucker. Work Christmas night out... hello!
Thursday 7 November 2013
Weigh in
A pound she wanted.... a pound she got!
Wheeeee - I am happy with that. I'm now 13stone 1lb. And on the old scales... okay - no more. From here on in the old scales are dead and I'll stop comparing numbers. This loss brings me soooo.close to hitting a stone lost since we moved into our house. Yup, it's been slooooowoowowowooowww but I did go on holiday to Crete for a week of that. Whatevs, the numbers coming down, no matter how long it's taking.
Numbers aside, I am starting to notice a difference in my clothes. Last night TB and I played badminton and I am telling you, my stretchy gym trouser/legging things kept falling down when they were fine the week before (obvs that's why I lost every sodding game!). Well, until I heated up a bit and my sweaty body helped them cling to me. I'm a sweater - okay!
I've got a dress on today that was never too tight but now, well let's be honest, it fits a lot better. It's at times like this I think "You are such a tool". It's only taken 5lbs for me to feel SO much better about myself. I'm holding my head a little higher, my walk's got a little more swagger. Why have I been dicking about for so long when a few weeks of focus can make me feel this good?
Week 8: 13 stone 4.5 (-0.25lbs)
Week 9: 13 stone 4 (-0.5lbs)
Week 10: 13 stone 3.25 (-0.75lbs)
Week 11: 13 stone 2.5 (-0.75lbs)
Week 12: 13 stone 4 (+1.5lbs)
Week 13: 13 stone 2.5 (- 1.5lbs)
Week 14: 13 stone 2.5 (0)
Week 15: 13 stone 5.75 (+ 3.25)
Week 18: 13 stone 6lbs (+0.25)
Week 19: 13 stone 2lbs (-4lbs)
Week 20: 13 stone 1lb (-1lb)
Total: 13.25lbs
Wheeeee - I am happy with that. I'm now 13stone 1lb. And on the old scales... okay - no more. From here on in the old scales are dead and I'll stop comparing numbers. This loss brings me soooo.close to hitting a stone lost since we moved into our house. Yup, it's been slooooowoowowowooowww but I did go on holiday to Crete for a week of that. Whatevs, the numbers coming down, no matter how long it's taking.
Numbers aside, I am starting to notice a difference in my clothes. Last night TB and I played badminton and I am telling you, my stretchy gym trouser/legging things kept falling down when they were fine the week before (obvs that's why I lost every sodding game!). Well, until I heated up a bit and my sweaty body helped them cling to me. I'm a sweater - okay!
I've got a dress on today that was never too tight but now, well let's be honest, it fits a lot better. It's at times like this I think "You are such a tool". It's only taken 5lbs for me to feel SO much better about myself. I'm holding my head a little higher, my walk's got a little more swagger. Why have I been dicking about for so long when a few weeks of focus can make me feel this good?
Week 1: 13 stone 11.75
Week 2: 13 stone 9.75 (- 2lbs)
Week 3: 13 stone 7.5 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 4: 13 stone 8.5 (+ 1lb)
Week 5: 13 stone 6.25 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 6: 13 stone 2.5 (- 3.75lbs)
Week 7: 13 stone 2.25 (- 0.25lbs)Week 2: 13 stone 9.75 (- 2lbs)
Week 3: 13 stone 7.5 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 4: 13 stone 8.5 (+ 1lb)
Week 5: 13 stone 6.25 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 6: 13 stone 2.5 (- 3.75lbs)
Week 8: 13 stone 4.5 (-0.25lbs)
Week 9: 13 stone 4 (-0.5lbs)
Week 10: 13 stone 3.25 (-0.75lbs)
Week 11: 13 stone 2.5 (-0.75lbs)
Week 12: 13 stone 4 (+1.5lbs)
Week 13: 13 stone 2.5 (- 1.5lbs)
Week 14: 13 stone 2.5 (0)
Week 15: 13 stone 5.75 (+ 3.25)
Week 18: 13 stone 6lbs (+0.25)
Week 19: 13 stone 2lbs (-4lbs)
Week 20: 13 stone 1lb (-1lb)
Total: 13.25lbs
Tuesday 5 November 2013
On the floor
What a weekend. After a pretty boozy Halloween party on Friday night,
the rest of the weekend was spent sanding the hell out of our floor
boards.
Well, before we even started the sanding part we had to use a hand held grinder to get this dark brown paint off which ran round the whole room. On Sunday morning it took make ages to wonder why the hell my wrists were aching! Oh yeah, holding that heavy thing which vibrated like a mother, that'll be it.
We're getting there though! You can see from the top pics the room has some lovely dark green wallpaper and the carpet (under all the mess) was dark green too. Now it is looking SO much lighter and brighter. I took these pics when it was dark outside so it doesn't really do it justice. This week we now have to varnish it and then crack on with sanding all the paintwork - including out massive skirting boards. That'll be fun... aye....
During this DIY blitz, the diet was rumbling along quite the thing. Slice of toast for brekkie, crackerbread with low fat cream cheese and smoked salmon for lunch, home-made ww chicken curry for dinner.
Yesterday I also cracked out 5k in my best time for about 2 years - hello 33mins. And that was outside, up and down hills into a headwind half the time. I'm also going swimming again tonight. I have a pound loss in my sights for Thursday morning. I'm coming to getcha!
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