Tomorrow is weigh day. The new and improved weigh day (for the time being). So how has the past week been? Pretty damn good, to be honest.
My fitness levels feel as if they have suddenly jumped up a gear and I feel so good for it. I was talked into going along to touch rugby training last night and not only did I cycle 4 miles uphill to get there without any trouble, I kept up with the regulars for over an hour of ball passing drills. I won't lie though, my legs are sore today. All this work may be toning my legs (just in time for my hols to Italy!) but boy, do they feel tired. So here's the workout lowdown.
Friday: Gym workout. 30 min spin class, 20 mins sprints, 2 sets resistance
Saturday: 4.2 mile cycle
Sunday: 5.68km run (9.2kmph pace)
Monday: Gym workout. 20 mins sprints, 20 mins other cardio, 2 sets resistance
Tuesday: 7 miles cycle, 15 min run, lunges,squats, step ups, press ups (in park)
Wednesday: 10 mile cycle. 1.5 hours touch rugby training
Thursday: 8 mile cycle, 40 mins boxercise
As for the food side of things... it's been good. Really good. There have, however - been a few slip ups. I've eaten far too many boiled sweets. I also may have had a banana in caramel/toffee sauce situation which I created a few nights ago. That was really silly of me and was again, when I was sort of bored - a bit like the ice cream banana sauce incident. So I'm hoping the fact all my meals have been on the money and the amount of exercise I have done is enough to give me a good result.
I feel good; more toned and less wobbly in general. My tummy and hips feel just as big as ever so who knows... All this surmising is getting me nowhere, the scales will reveal all in the morning.
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!
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Thursday, 29 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Abort!
I should have weighed myself this morning. This did not happen. What did happen was that last night I made a huge batch of Florentines - and ate the lot.
If you aren't sure what Florentines are (and maybe ignorance is the best!) they are biscuits made out of a load of butter and brown sugar, even more condensed milk, dried fruit and coconut. Although I swapped the dried fruit for some chocolate lumps. Just cause they weren't unhealthy enough as it was.
What was I thinking?! I have no idea. I knew I was on the verge of eating something I shouldn't. But to make a whole batch of biscuits is just insane. I felt horrendous before I'd even finished them - but of course I did. I plodded on stuffing the buttery, sweet biscuits right into my piggy face. Even when I felt sick, bloated and my head was spinning from all the sugar, I kept up that hand to mouth action. Where did this behaviour come from? I would have never done that last year. What has happened?! I've become... A MONSTER! Okay, just a few jokes there to mask the sad reality.
Looking at yesterday, specifically, my negative feelings about weigh in thanks to picking at things I shouldn't have and drinking a whole bottle of rose wine on Sunday evening, got the better of me. My thought process (before I quashed it with baking and eating) was that I was going to see a gain on the scales this morning... so what the hell - let's eat! Idiot. It all started with the frozen banana parfait I made for Saturday night. There was some leftover and I picked and picked at it until it was all gone. Next up - let's fire up the oven! Quite the chubby leap.
So this morning instead of weighing in, I got up and went to the gym. Started again. Again... again... again. So what does this mean for weigh in. I could just leave it until next week but I think that presents far too many opportunities for me to think I can 'get away' with bad behaviour. I'm weighing in tomorrow. I'm not going to like it. I shall probably stamp and cry and huff for fair bit. And then... I'll get over it- and the cycle continues.
If you aren't sure what Florentines are (and maybe ignorance is the best!) they are biscuits made out of a load of butter and brown sugar, even more condensed milk, dried fruit and coconut. Although I swapped the dried fruit for some chocolate lumps. Just cause they weren't unhealthy enough as it was.
What was I thinking?! I have no idea. I knew I was on the verge of eating something I shouldn't. But to make a whole batch of biscuits is just insane. I felt horrendous before I'd even finished them - but of course I did. I plodded on stuffing the buttery, sweet biscuits right into my piggy face. Even when I felt sick, bloated and my head was spinning from all the sugar, I kept up that hand to mouth action. Where did this behaviour come from? I would have never done that last year. What has happened?! I've become... A MONSTER! Okay, just a few jokes there to mask the sad reality.
Looking at yesterday, specifically, my negative feelings about weigh in thanks to picking at things I shouldn't have and drinking a whole bottle of rose wine on Sunday evening, got the better of me. My thought process (before I quashed it with baking and eating) was that I was going to see a gain on the scales this morning... so what the hell - let's eat! Idiot. It all started with the frozen banana parfait I made for Saturday night. There was some leftover and I picked and picked at it until it was all gone. Next up - let's fire up the oven! Quite the chubby leap.
So this morning instead of weighing in, I got up and went to the gym. Started again. Again... again... again. So what does this mean for weigh in. I could just leave it until next week but I think that presents far too many opportunities for me to think I can 'get away' with bad behaviour. I'm weighing in tomorrow. I'm not going to like it. I shall probably stamp and cry and huff for fair bit. And then... I'll get over it- and the cycle continues.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Trash talk
So when I titled my last post "Can't Stop" little did I know that it was a prediction. Once I started, I couldn't stop eating my own cakes!
Here is how they looked all on display...
And then do you know what this is? That's the left over cakes thrown in the bin, taken out of the bin, put in the sink and covered in washing up liquid and water.
Yes, I took the bag of cakes out of the bin and started eating them. It happened. I ate pretty much a whole cupcake before I stopped myself. I knew the only way to make sure I didn't eat any more was to make them inedible. I know that might sound drastic to many people, but those are the kind of people who don't get it. They don't have this... thing, this fucked up relationship with food.
So who knows what will happen on the scales tomorrow morning. Yet again I've exercised loads and my meals have been great, but I've let myself down over the weekend and last with picking inbetween. Not enough that I would expect a gain from it though. My period is due and my boobs are like two water balloons so that's going to help matters, I'm sure. Quite frankly if I put on weight again tomorrow I won't be surprised. I'll be furious, but not surprised.
Just to recap - here is the exercise for the week. It's not as if I'm slacking!
Wednesday: Gym workout. With sprints. 70 mins
Thursday: 8 mile cycle. 45 min Boxercise Class
Friday: Nothing
Saturday: Nothing
Sunday: Gym workout 70 minutes
Monday: 30 mins spinning. 10 mins running intervals
Tuesday: Some new bootcamp class
Here is how they looked all on display...
And then do you know what this is? That's the left over cakes thrown in the bin, taken out of the bin, put in the sink and covered in washing up liquid and water.
Yes, I took the bag of cakes out of the bin and started eating them. It happened. I ate pretty much a whole cupcake before I stopped myself. I knew the only way to make sure I didn't eat any more was to make them inedible. I know that might sound drastic to many people, but those are the kind of people who don't get it. They don't have this... thing, this fucked up relationship with food.
So who knows what will happen on the scales tomorrow morning. Yet again I've exercised loads and my meals have been great, but I've let myself down over the weekend and last with picking inbetween. Not enough that I would expect a gain from it though. My period is due and my boobs are like two water balloons so that's going to help matters, I'm sure. Quite frankly if I put on weight again tomorrow I won't be surprised. I'll be furious, but not surprised.
Just to recap - here is the exercise for the week. It's not as if I'm slacking!
Wednesday: Gym workout. With sprints. 70 mins
Thursday: 8 mile cycle. 45 min Boxercise Class
Friday: Nothing
Saturday: Nothing
Sunday: Gym workout 70 minutes
Monday: 30 mins spinning. 10 mins running intervals
Tuesday: Some new bootcamp class
Friday, 24 February 2012
Thursday, 23 February 2012
The icing on the cake
This is day two of 'no nonsense'.
Which really just means being in tune with myself. Eating what I know I should eat, rather than what I feel like or I 'think' is okay. It's not a million miles away from where I was before but it kinda feels right being more strict. I do love a boundary!
On the exercise front I want to make sure that I come away from every workout feeling like I have pushed myself further than before. I don't want to feel comfortable. That doesn't mean beasting myself for an hour (although that is what I do!). It more like making sure I'm not just going through the motions of the same beasting workout. For example, I swapped my last 10 minutes of spinning for 10 minutes of sprint intervals. They totally killed me - I was panting like a rabid dog! That's what I'm talking about.
My challenge for this week is about to descend though. It's TB's mum's birthday party and I just called her. Hang on while I digress.... I just called Mummy TB on the phone! That was a milestone. It's her birthday party tomorrow night and even though TB is away with work and can't go, I'm still gonna go along. I thought it might be a bit odd going without him but his cousins and other people I've met before are going and so I think it would be weird if I didn't show up.
It was a bit funny calling her for the first time. When she answered the phone I said "Hi, it's Love Cat." And I was all ready to follow up with "TB's girlfriend". Luckily I didn't need to! She is just so lovely and I'm heading down to her house tomorrow after lunch to help her and Daddy TB set up for the party - just the 3 of us! I am really close to my family and I love the fact TB is with his family too. They have been so good to me and I'm very lucky.
Anyway... the upshot of the call today is that I am about to make and decorate 50 cupcakes to take to the party. Buttercream icing - now there is a challenge. Must get repeating my mantra of 'mindful, mindful, mindful'.
Which really just means being in tune with myself. Eating what I know I should eat, rather than what I feel like or I 'think' is okay. It's not a million miles away from where I was before but it kinda feels right being more strict. I do love a boundary!
On the exercise front I want to make sure that I come away from every workout feeling like I have pushed myself further than before. I don't want to feel comfortable. That doesn't mean beasting myself for an hour (although that is what I do!). It more like making sure I'm not just going through the motions of the same beasting workout. For example, I swapped my last 10 minutes of spinning for 10 minutes of sprint intervals. They totally killed me - I was panting like a rabid dog! That's what I'm talking about.
My challenge for this week is about to descend though. It's TB's mum's birthday party and I just called her. Hang on while I digress.... I just called Mummy TB on the phone! That was a milestone. It's her birthday party tomorrow night and even though TB is away with work and can't go, I'm still gonna go along. I thought it might be a bit odd going without him but his cousins and other people I've met before are going and so I think it would be weird if I didn't show up.
It was a bit funny calling her for the first time. When she answered the phone I said "Hi, it's Love Cat." And I was all ready to follow up with "TB's girlfriend". Luckily I didn't need to! She is just so lovely and I'm heading down to her house tomorrow after lunch to help her and Daddy TB set up for the party - just the 3 of us! I am really close to my family and I love the fact TB is with his family too. They have been so good to me and I'm very lucky.
Anyway... the upshot of the call today is that I am about to make and decorate 50 cupcakes to take to the party. Buttercream icing - now there is a challenge. Must get repeating my mantra of 'mindful, mindful, mindful'.
Friday, 17 February 2012
How does Bob Marley like his donuts?
With jammin! Just a wee Friday jape for you there. One of my personal faves too.
And why am I wittering on about jam? Cause I made some more- of course. My jams and preserves book has come up trumps once again and this time it's with banana jam. Not strictly a jam, this bad boy is addictive. All it is, is bananas, sugar and a little bit of lemon juice - all boiled up together then papped in some jars. It maybe doesn't sound that amazing but if, like me you love bananas and anything banana flavoured (think banoffee pie, banana bread, banana milkshake - can you see why I'm overweight?) then this is the jam for you.
I think I'm going to have to start calling it a sauce as it's just so sweet and delicious that I don't think calling it a jam is fair. When I was making it I was constantly liking at the jelly pan (my big pot that I boil it up in) and now that it's in jars - I cannot stay away. I had some yesterday on toast (a little post brekkie snack - oops!) and it is just too good. What I'd really like to do with it is warm it slightly and have it over vanilla ice cream, with some toffee sauce. It's pretty much just like a pudding in jar.
I couldn't get that middle picture to turn the right way round - but you get the sugary, sweet gist.
In other diet and exercise news... thing are going well. Not 100%, but well. Exercising is the bomb. I cycled to boxercise yesterday so that was a nice 8 mile round trip and it definitely was easier than when I last did it 2 weeks ago - even though the ride home was after some horrendous Russian twists and it was chucking it down big style.
My eating is a bit ropey though. Meals are fine. Great, in fact. It's the handful of crisps, the 6 boiled sweets a day, the wasabi peas, the cracker with banana jam.... just all those little sneaky extras that are throwing things off course. If I had lost weight on Wednesday I am sure my head would be more in the game but I know I don't quite have that laser focus that I need to have.
Today is only Friday though and I've got plenty of time to get a grip and really tighten things up. A few small changes could make a big difference and it's only me that can make them. C'mon woman. Don't let yourself down.
A quiet weekend likes ahead with hopefully a nice walk somewhere. Have a lovely one, where ever you are. x
And why am I wittering on about jam? Cause I made some more- of course. My jams and preserves book has come up trumps once again and this time it's with banana jam. Not strictly a jam, this bad boy is addictive. All it is, is bananas, sugar and a little bit of lemon juice - all boiled up together then papped in some jars. It maybe doesn't sound that amazing but if, like me you love bananas and anything banana flavoured (think banoffee pie, banana bread, banana milkshake - can you see why I'm overweight?) then this is the jam for you.
I think I'm going to have to start calling it a sauce as it's just so sweet and delicious that I don't think calling it a jam is fair. When I was making it I was constantly liking at the jelly pan (my big pot that I boil it up in) and now that it's in jars - I cannot stay away. I had some yesterday on toast (a little post brekkie snack - oops!) and it is just too good. What I'd really like to do with it is warm it slightly and have it over vanilla ice cream, with some toffee sauce. It's pretty much just like a pudding in jar.
I couldn't get that middle picture to turn the right way round - but you get the sugary, sweet gist.
In other diet and exercise news... thing are going well. Not 100%, but well. Exercising is the bomb. I cycled to boxercise yesterday so that was a nice 8 mile round trip and it definitely was easier than when I last did it 2 weeks ago - even though the ride home was after some horrendous Russian twists and it was chucking it down big style.
My eating is a bit ropey though. Meals are fine. Great, in fact. It's the handful of crisps, the 6 boiled sweets a day, the wasabi peas, the cracker with banana jam.... just all those little sneaky extras that are throwing things off course. If I had lost weight on Wednesday I am sure my head would be more in the game but I know I don't quite have that laser focus that I need to have.
Today is only Friday though and I've got plenty of time to get a grip and really tighten things up. A few small changes could make a big difference and it's only me that can make them. C'mon woman. Don't let yourself down.
A quiet weekend likes ahead with hopefully a nice walk somewhere. Have a lovely one, where ever you are. x
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
The quest for domestic perfection
Feeling very lethargic today work wise. I've been in front of the screen all morning yet have done jack all - and it's mounting up. I've decided to crack off a blog and then get to it. No excuses! (Little BL13 joke there for those who are watching. Ha!).
So first up, in my new domesticated life TB's parents and my parents are coming for dinner in March. Part of me is really looking forward to it and part of me thinks, 'Ugh, so civilised - and grown up'. Neither of those thoughts really matter though as it's happening.
What I am really looking forward to is cooking and baking and making a lovely meal for them - a lovely 3 course meal and possibly with some sort of biscuit too, to have with coffee later on. I'm thinking maybe Florentines. Any recipe or meal ideas would be much appreciated. Ideally something that doesn't require me to be constantly watching over it so I can entertain. Oh, and also something that I can plate up for each person. I don't want people to have to help themselves and reach over each other. It's the first time my dad will have met TB's folks and my mum only met them for 10 mins last summer and so anything I can do to remove awkward 'Would you like the last piece' scenarios is what I'm trying to do. Oh yeah - seafood and curry are both out. Fussy mothers!
I'll just finish up with my workout chit chat as tomorrow is weigh in. I'm not too sure what to expect from the scales tomorrow. I know I worked really hard at the gym but I did eat an entire big bag of Penn State Pretzels between Wednesday and Sunday. And I had cranachan on Wednesday. And quite a few Celebrations. I'll just stop there... it's getting too depressing! Oh well... fingers crossed for a loss.
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Boxercise
Friday: Gym workout
Saturday: Nothing
Sunday: Gym workout
Monday: Gym workout
Tuesday: Spinning
So first up, in my new domesticated life TB's parents and my parents are coming for dinner in March. Part of me is really looking forward to it and part of me thinks, 'Ugh, so civilised - and grown up'. Neither of those thoughts really matter though as it's happening.
What I am really looking forward to is cooking and baking and making a lovely meal for them - a lovely 3 course meal and possibly with some sort of biscuit too, to have with coffee later on. I'm thinking maybe Florentines. Any recipe or meal ideas would be much appreciated. Ideally something that doesn't require me to be constantly watching over it so I can entertain. Oh, and also something that I can plate up for each person. I don't want people to have to help themselves and reach over each other. It's the first time my dad will have met TB's folks and my mum only met them for 10 mins last summer and so anything I can do to remove awkward 'Would you like the last piece' scenarios is what I'm trying to do. Oh yeah - seafood and curry are both out. Fussy mothers!
I'll just finish up with my workout chit chat as tomorrow is weigh in. I'm not too sure what to expect from the scales tomorrow. I know I worked really hard at the gym but I did eat an entire big bag of Penn State Pretzels between Wednesday and Sunday. And I had cranachan on Wednesday. And quite a few Celebrations. I'll just stop there... it's getting too depressing! Oh well... fingers crossed for a loss.
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Boxercise
Friday: Gym workout
Saturday: Nothing
Sunday: Gym workout
Monday: Gym workout
Tuesday: Spinning
Monday, 30 January 2012
Thoughts to fingers to keys to blog
I'm just shit at blogging these days. I can't seem to summon the mental dexterity to fashion together even just a few words that aren't as boring as.... see! I can't even come up with a vaguely witty analogy.
Rather than totally fall off the radar I thought I'd at least crack out some words which might pass as a blog if you drank 17 rum and cokes and screwed your eyes up a bit. I might pap some pics up too. Better than nowt, eh. Well, I'm actually going to go list style. When in doubt paragraph it out, baby.
Last year my jam making was such a ruddy success that I got THREE jam making books at Christmas. Suffice to say I had to make marmalade this weekend just past. First attempt and it is the shit. Next up, three fruit marmalade.
My feline special boy continues to delight and frustrate in equal measures. We share a communal hallway/stairs with two other flats (top, middle and bottom). We are middle. Top is a lovely lady, her 9 year old daughter and their female cat. My boy is not getting on with their cat. Constant shouting at each other and a few swipes too. My cat keeps sneaking up to their front door and shouting dog's abuse (HA!) through their cat flap at their poor cat! I also know she's gone to the toilet inside her flat as she's unsettled! I wish my cat would stop being such an aggressive little shit. Although I have caught her chasing him inside from the garden too. It's like a full time job.
Sugar. Things are a lot better. A lot. For the past few days I've had about 3 celebrations a day and maybe a couple of boiled sweets. Feeling a lot better about that. I'm still totally aware of the fact I could go nuts and just inhale silly amounts but I am managing to be a lot more controlled.
The Biggest Loser (USA) I am obsessed. I fricking loved Season 11 (although nothing will ever beat Tara and Season 7) and have just gorged my way through season 12. I'm now one episode behind on Season 13 - which means I'll soon be caught up totally and I can actually read the blogs and tweets in line with the rest of the world without spoiling who gets chucked off each week.
Totally channelling the Biggest Loser workouts when I've been at the gym. I've been working really hard and yesterday, all of a sudden, I could feel a massive difference when doing dynamic lunges. I have an 8kg weight in each hand and using my right leg I step forward, lung and step back 12 times. Then the left leg. Then the same again but I step backwards and dip into a lung. And then the same with the other leg... 3 sets if you please. Ouch! I use to do these bad boys all the time. I really do hate them but I know they work and so I just got on with it. Since the ankle incident (yes, I'm still bleating on about that) I've done them but never a full complement of 3 sets.... until yesterday baby! Very happy about that. I just felt much stronger than I have in months. While I feel the same size and generally a bit podgy about the body, my arms and legs feel much more solid and I can feel more muscle.
Had a pretty quiet weekend but was out on Friday night and both nights the weekend before. I even managed to go to an 80's club. They actually played Jason Donovan and Two Many Broken Hearts. Amazing! I'm staying off the booze this coming weekend as I'm at a night out in a village miles from anywhere and am just going to drive home to stay at my folk's afterwards. Quite hoping that'll help the scales move in the right direction.
I finally bought another pair of gym trousers/leggings. I have two sports bras (3 if you count the one that lots of the stitching has come out on), two pairs of trainer, countless t-shirts- but just one pair of trousers. They are constantly being washed and hung on the radiator to dry. It's never ending and it BORES ME TO DEATH. No more though! I'm not at your mercy any longer, sweaty breeks! And on that note... here are some pics.
Rather than totally fall off the radar I thought I'd at least crack out some words which might pass as a blog if you drank 17 rum and cokes and screwed your eyes up a bit. I might pap some pics up too. Better than nowt, eh. Well, I'm actually going to go list style. When in doubt paragraph it out, baby.
Last year my jam making was such a ruddy success that I got THREE jam making books at Christmas. Suffice to say I had to make marmalade this weekend just past. First attempt and it is the shit. Next up, three fruit marmalade.
My feline special boy continues to delight and frustrate in equal measures. We share a communal hallway/stairs with two other flats (top, middle and bottom). We are middle. Top is a lovely lady, her 9 year old daughter and their female cat. My boy is not getting on with their cat. Constant shouting at each other and a few swipes too. My cat keeps sneaking up to their front door and shouting dog's abuse (HA!) through their cat flap at their poor cat! I also know she's gone to the toilet inside her flat as she's unsettled! I wish my cat would stop being such an aggressive little shit. Although I have caught her chasing him inside from the garden too. It's like a full time job.
Sugar. Things are a lot better. A lot. For the past few days I've had about 3 celebrations a day and maybe a couple of boiled sweets. Feeling a lot better about that. I'm still totally aware of the fact I could go nuts and just inhale silly amounts but I am managing to be a lot more controlled.
The Biggest Loser (USA) I am obsessed. I fricking loved Season 11 (although nothing will ever beat Tara and Season 7) and have just gorged my way through season 12. I'm now one episode behind on Season 13 - which means I'll soon be caught up totally and I can actually read the blogs and tweets in line with the rest of the world without spoiling who gets chucked off each week.
Totally channelling the Biggest Loser workouts when I've been at the gym. I've been working really hard and yesterday, all of a sudden, I could feel a massive difference when doing dynamic lunges. I have an 8kg weight in each hand and using my right leg I step forward, lung and step back 12 times. Then the left leg. Then the same again but I step backwards and dip into a lung. And then the same with the other leg... 3 sets if you please. Ouch! I use to do these bad boys all the time. I really do hate them but I know they work and so I just got on with it. Since the ankle incident (yes, I'm still bleating on about that) I've done them but never a full complement of 3 sets.... until yesterday baby! Very happy about that. I just felt much stronger than I have in months. While I feel the same size and generally a bit podgy about the body, my arms and legs feel much more solid and I can feel more muscle.
Had a pretty quiet weekend but was out on Friday night and both nights the weekend before. I even managed to go to an 80's club. They actually played Jason Donovan and Two Many Broken Hearts. Amazing! I'm staying off the booze this coming weekend as I'm at a night out in a village miles from anywhere and am just going to drive home to stay at my folk's afterwards. Quite hoping that'll help the scales move in the right direction.
I finally bought another pair of gym trousers/leggings. I have two sports bras (3 if you count the one that lots of the stitching has come out on), two pairs of trainer, countless t-shirts- but just one pair of trousers. They are constantly being washed and hung on the radiator to dry. It's never ending and it BORES ME TO DEATH. No more though! I'm not at your mercy any longer, sweaty breeks! And on that note... here are some pics.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Where's your head at
What a great weekend. My best friend was visiting and we had such a good time.
We shopped (hello two gorgeous dress from Warehouse that should have cost £130 and I got them for under £30), danced to 80's music, baked a cake, drank, ate, gossiped, played trivial pursuit and watched R Kelly's 'In the Closet'.
A few words from the above paragraph might have jumped out at you. You know... eat, drink, cake. I think it would be fair to say the diet went down the pan at the weekend. I drank quite a lot of Friday and Saturday night and also knocked back half a bottle of wine on Sunday night. Not good.
And since the weekend I've continued to faff about. My meals are great. Really good (apart from when Lover Boy cooks and makes a creamy sauce). Lots of lean protein and fruit and veg. My workout are really good. I'm kicking it big time at the gym and it feels good - even though I'm still only fitting in 4 workouts a week. I'm messing up all this good work with my lax weekend and my continual picking at sugary things. - every day. My head is just not where it should be.
For example... today I've had a fruit for breakfast, chicken and prawn salad for lunch and a frittata for dinner. I've also been to spinning. Saintly, right? Wrong; because I've also had tablet (which if added all together would probably be the size of an iphone. In fact, probably more) and just there, after my tea, I had a slice of the cake I made at the weekend (Victoria sponge, if you're interested). I'm weighing in tomorrow for crying out loud - and I had a piece of cake. And then some more tablet! What am I playing at?
This kind of behaviour is typical of many, many of my dieting attempts in the past. I have a good couple of weeks and then I take my eye off the ball. I then stop losing weight or I put some back on - and then I lose interest... game over. I can't let that happen again. I'm just a few pounds away from my lightest weight. It's within my grasp to get there - and lower.
Tomorrow is another weigh in - and another week for me to make the right choices. The scales will say what they say. I'll accept it and use whatever number is there to push me onto a week where things WILL change.
In the meantime, here's the workout lowdown.
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Mental gym workout. 30 mins cardio and all manner of squats and weights
Friday: Mental gym workout
Saturday and Sunday: Nothing
Monday: Mental gym workout
Tuesday: 45 minute spinning class
We shopped (hello two gorgeous dress from Warehouse that should have cost £130 and I got them for under £30), danced to 80's music, baked a cake, drank, ate, gossiped, played trivial pursuit and watched R Kelly's 'In the Closet'.
A few words from the above paragraph might have jumped out at you. You know... eat, drink, cake. I think it would be fair to say the diet went down the pan at the weekend. I drank quite a lot of Friday and Saturday night and also knocked back half a bottle of wine on Sunday night. Not good.
And since the weekend I've continued to faff about. My meals are great. Really good (apart from when Lover Boy cooks and makes a creamy sauce). Lots of lean protein and fruit and veg. My workout are really good. I'm kicking it big time at the gym and it feels good - even though I'm still only fitting in 4 workouts a week. I'm messing up all this good work with my lax weekend and my continual picking at sugary things. - every day. My head is just not where it should be.
For example... today I've had a fruit for breakfast, chicken and prawn salad for lunch and a frittata for dinner. I've also been to spinning. Saintly, right? Wrong; because I've also had tablet (which if added all together would probably be the size of an iphone. In fact, probably more) and just there, after my tea, I had a slice of the cake I made at the weekend (Victoria sponge, if you're interested). I'm weighing in tomorrow for crying out loud - and I had a piece of cake. And then some more tablet! What am I playing at?
This kind of behaviour is typical of many, many of my dieting attempts in the past. I have a good couple of weeks and then I take my eye off the ball. I then stop losing weight or I put some back on - and then I lose interest... game over. I can't let that happen again. I'm just a few pounds away from my lightest weight. It's within my grasp to get there - and lower.
Tomorrow is another weigh in - and another week for me to make the right choices. The scales will say what they say. I'll accept it and use whatever number is there to push me onto a week where things WILL change.
In the meantime, here's the workout lowdown.
Wednesday: Nothing
Thursday: Mental gym workout. 30 mins cardio and all manner of squats and weights
Friday: Mental gym workout
Saturday and Sunday: Nothing
Monday: Mental gym workout
Tuesday: 45 minute spinning class
Friday, 20 January 2012
Sweets for my sweet
I'm not eating enough. I never thought that is something that I'd say. But my relationship with sugar is arsing everything right up. Sorry, I can't think of a more eloquent way to put it.
Let me explain... I got up yesterday and had a large clementine for breakfast. I wasn't feeling that hungry as on Wednesday night I had a run in with a mini sized selection box. Ooops. Mid morning I make a cup of coffee and as I get the milk out the fridge, I spy the carnation milk that was used to make the tablet. The carnation milk that is in a squeezy bottle. Before I know it I'm having some in my coffee and even worse... squeezing it straight out of the bottle onto my finger to lick off. Jesus, woman.
This continues until lunchtime when I try and redress the balance with some homemade soup. Doesn't last long. Before I know it I'm back on the carnation milk like a hungry pup suckling at its mother. I then get stuck into the boiled sweets. I must have had about 12 sweets. Oh. Dear.
By this time I'm feeling pretty crap. I'm going to the gym and so managed to stop eating sugar and have another clementine. By the time I think I've left enough time to let my body process everything and actually attempt some exercise it's about 7pm.
I have a great workout - until my last 10 mins of cardio and ouch! Stitchy stitch. I shower and being to walk home. Aaaaaaargh. What is this stabbing pain in my tummy. It's pigging agony and I'm almost bent double as I shuffle home. I eventually get in and lie down. TB arrives home soon after and gives me a cuddle and I feel a lot better. I then have a boiled egg and toasted roll for dinner - at 9.30pm.
So there you have it. Probably had a sore tummy cause of all the crap that I was putting in it - and lack of good stuff. And eating far too late. Not clever.
I really need to address my sugar issues. It's just after lunch and I've had two boiled sweets. That's okay - as long as that's it. And it is it. I could be sabotaging a really great loss with this stupidity. The workouts are going great guns and I can notice a little more definition in my calves and I'm not spilling out the top of my gym bottoms, like I was a few weeks ago.
So the moral of the story is stop being a git.
Let me explain... I got up yesterday and had a large clementine for breakfast. I wasn't feeling that hungry as on Wednesday night I had a run in with a mini sized selection box. Ooops. Mid morning I make a cup of coffee and as I get the milk out the fridge, I spy the carnation milk that was used to make the tablet. The carnation milk that is in a squeezy bottle. Before I know it I'm having some in my coffee and even worse... squeezing it straight out of the bottle onto my finger to lick off. Jesus, woman.
This continues until lunchtime when I try and redress the balance with some homemade soup. Doesn't last long. Before I know it I'm back on the carnation milk like a hungry pup suckling at its mother. I then get stuck into the boiled sweets. I must have had about 12 sweets. Oh. Dear.
By this time I'm feeling pretty crap. I'm going to the gym and so managed to stop eating sugar and have another clementine. By the time I think I've left enough time to let my body process everything and actually attempt some exercise it's about 7pm.
I have a great workout - until my last 10 mins of cardio and ouch! Stitchy stitch. I shower and being to walk home. Aaaaaaargh. What is this stabbing pain in my tummy. It's pigging agony and I'm almost bent double as I shuffle home. I eventually get in and lie down. TB arrives home soon after and gives me a cuddle and I feel a lot better. I then have a boiled egg and toasted roll for dinner - at 9.30pm.
So there you have it. Probably had a sore tummy cause of all the crap that I was putting in it - and lack of good stuff. And eating far too late. Not clever.
I really need to address my sugar issues. It's just after lunch and I've had two boiled sweets. That's okay - as long as that's it. And it is it. I could be sabotaging a really great loss with this stupidity. The workouts are going great guns and I can notice a little more definition in my calves and I'm not spilling out the top of my gym bottoms, like I was a few weeks ago.
So the moral of the story is stop being a git.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
I have often walked down this Quality Street before
Time to fess up... the dregs of the Quality Street tin called my name last night and I responded with a saccharine.. 'Yes, my Sweet?'.
But panic ye not. The sum total was one fudge (picked by accident - don't even like those ones!) one strawberry cream and a caramel cup. I may also have nibbled at some tablet. Oh yeah, and I've just remembered I had a cracker with brie. Now that is bad. Okay... It's not quite the absolute pure start I envisaged but I'm not too upset about it. It was day one and overall the rest of the day was really good. My meals were all superb and considering we got 2 tins of Quality Street (not to mention the other selection boxes and chocs) it would probably have been medically unwise to go cold turkey. Ha!
And what about exercise? I woke up to a beautiful day this morning. Very windy and cold but nice and sunny. I popped on my gym kit and planned to head out after lunch. The elements then taunted me for the whole morning. Rain, hail, sun, more rain, lots of wind, sun. It was really pretty cold too and the thought of leaving my cosy flat was far from appealing. Finally it was almost 3pm and with the light fading I had to steel myself and just get the hell on with it.
It actually went okay but, ouch - my teeth! Ouch indeed. The cold wind hitting my pegs as I drew in lungfuls of icy air was so painful. I battled through and made it home where I did some lunges, squats, tricep dips and a chest presses. A quick check of my route (thank you map my ride) revealed I'd run 3.92km and my pace was 9.4km an hour. That is a much faster pace than normal. I usually sit around 8.7kmph. I've not actually been running outside for about six months and so I must have improved. Well done me!
The plan tomorrow is to get up with TB (at 6.55am!) and head to the gym for 8am. I really cannot be arsed but it means it'll be out the way and I'll also miss the crowds.
Right, I'm off to stir my homemade soup. Byeeeee.
But panic ye not. The sum total was one fudge (picked by accident - don't even like those ones!) one strawberry cream and a caramel cup. I may also have nibbled at some tablet. Oh yeah, and I've just remembered I had a cracker with brie. Now that is bad. Okay... It's not quite the absolute pure start I envisaged but I'm not too upset about it. It was day one and overall the rest of the day was really good. My meals were all superb and considering we got 2 tins of Quality Street (not to mention the other selection boxes and chocs) it would probably have been medically unwise to go cold turkey. Ha!
And what about exercise? I woke up to a beautiful day this morning. Very windy and cold but nice and sunny. I popped on my gym kit and planned to head out after lunch. The elements then taunted me for the whole morning. Rain, hail, sun, more rain, lots of wind, sun. It was really pretty cold too and the thought of leaving my cosy flat was far from appealing. Finally it was almost 3pm and with the light fading I had to steel myself and just get the hell on with it.
It actually went okay but, ouch - my teeth! Ouch indeed. The cold wind hitting my pegs as I drew in lungfuls of icy air was so painful. I battled through and made it home where I did some lunges, squats, tricep dips and a chest presses. A quick check of my route (thank you map my ride) revealed I'd run 3.92km and my pace was 9.4km an hour. That is a much faster pace than normal. I usually sit around 8.7kmph. I've not actually been running outside for about six months and so I must have improved. Well done me!
The plan tomorrow is to get up with TB (at 6.55am!) and head to the gym for 8am. I really cannot be arsed but it means it'll be out the way and I'll also miss the crowds.
Right, I'm off to stir my homemade soup. Byeeeee.
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Hopeful but unconvinced
Dinner last night was relatively healthy. Well - it was healthy; a nice veggie curry and brown rice. What wasn't so great was the half a cupcake and fair few matchmakers I scarfed. I did do my 2.5mile walk as planned though and so all was not lost.
Today has been a sterling day and all that remains (apart from a power of work) is spinning and grilled pork chop and veg for tea.
So how am I feeling about tomorrow? Well... unsure to be honest. I'm expecting a loss of some description as I mainly stuck to my eating plan and worked out quite a bit. What might derail me is the ice cream situation of Thursday night (oops) and Saturday's few slip ups.
Here is the week of exercise. Let's hope it was enough.
Wednesday: Gym workout. 4.6 mile cycle
Thursday: Spinning. 4.32 mile cycle
Friday: 7.26 mile cycle
Sat & Sun: Nothing
Monday: 2.16 mile cycle. 2.5 mile walk
Tuesday: 2.16 mile cycle. Spinning.
Today has been a sterling day and all that remains (apart from a power of work) is spinning and grilled pork chop and veg for tea.
So how am I feeling about tomorrow? Well... unsure to be honest. I'm expecting a loss of some description as I mainly stuck to my eating plan and worked out quite a bit. What might derail me is the ice cream situation of Thursday night (oops) and Saturday's few slip ups.
Here is the week of exercise. Let's hope it was enough.
Wednesday: Gym workout. 4.6 mile cycle
Thursday: Spinning. 4.32 mile cycle
Friday: 7.26 mile cycle
Sat & Sun: Nothing
Monday: 2.16 mile cycle. 2.5 mile walk
Tuesday: 2.16 mile cycle. Spinning.
Monday, 7 November 2011
Excessive
What a great weekend. TB and I tackled flat painting on Saturday with great success and the place is looking pretty damn good. I've still got a fair few bits to do myself but I feel like we've broken the back of it and the thought of getting going isn't quite the giant mental hurdle it was before. I feel like I'll be ready to get it on the rental market mid December and then I will hopefully find someone to move in early January.
On Saturday night I went out with some of my friend's and got totally shit faced. I was completely steam boats. This was all before 12pm when we then went to a party where things proceeded to get even more messy. TB rocked up at about 4pm and we carried on with our boozy night until we left at 9.30am! It's been a while since I had such a massive bender - and boy it felt good!
I must confess bits of the night are a total blur but I do remember most of it and also have some vague memories of TB saying something to me about marriage! I'm pretty sure he said something along the lines of "I'm not actually asking you but what would you say if I asked you to marry me?" Ha! I love it! I can't actually remember what I said in reply but I know I didn't want it to be an all out YES! I mean, I don't want him to think it's that easy to snare me! So I think I mumbled something about the chances were pretty high. That is all I can recall, irritatingly. I know he was completely smashed and so it was just drunken chat but even thinking that it's a tiny thought that has crossed his mind fleetingly, makes me feel all giddy and girly! I'm not going to think any more about it though. Let's just try moving in together first.
And how did the weekend eating go? Up and down. So much for making a pudding that TB would like and I wouldn't. I ate just as much as he did (minus the horrible sultanas) but I suppose it was relatively low fat. Saturday was a poor result. Baguette with chips, pizza and cupcakes all featured. As well as a power of booze. I did stick to diet mixers though and Sunday did balance things out. The hangover and party fall out was rather sizeable and so the full days intake was a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs, 3 small slices of cold pizza and a few onion rings. Oh, and some banana milk.
My appetite today has returned with a bang and my poor tummy is rumbling. However, keep it lean, keep it mean - is my mantra and I shall have two stupendous days before weigh in. There is no way I could face the gym tonight - the hangover still lingers. Instead I'm hotfooting it 2.5 miles over to my pal's for tea.
I've got a lunchtime 30 minute power walk planned for lunchtime tomorrow and spinning in the evening. I WILL see a loss this week. Onwards and downwards!
On Saturday night I went out with some of my friend's and got totally shit faced. I was completely steam boats. This was all before 12pm when we then went to a party where things proceeded to get even more messy. TB rocked up at about 4pm and we carried on with our boozy night until we left at 9.30am! It's been a while since I had such a massive bender - and boy it felt good!
I must confess bits of the night are a total blur but I do remember most of it and also have some vague memories of TB saying something to me about marriage! I'm pretty sure he said something along the lines of "I'm not actually asking you but what would you say if I asked you to marry me?" Ha! I love it! I can't actually remember what I said in reply but I know I didn't want it to be an all out YES! I mean, I don't want him to think it's that easy to snare me! So I think I mumbled something about the chances were pretty high. That is all I can recall, irritatingly. I know he was completely smashed and so it was just drunken chat but even thinking that it's a tiny thought that has crossed his mind fleetingly, makes me feel all giddy and girly! I'm not going to think any more about it though. Let's just try moving in together first.
And how did the weekend eating go? Up and down. So much for making a pudding that TB would like and I wouldn't. I ate just as much as he did (minus the horrible sultanas) but I suppose it was relatively low fat. Saturday was a poor result. Baguette with chips, pizza and cupcakes all featured. As well as a power of booze. I did stick to diet mixers though and Sunday did balance things out. The hangover and party fall out was rather sizeable and so the full days intake was a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs, 3 small slices of cold pizza and a few onion rings. Oh, and some banana milk.
My appetite today has returned with a bang and my poor tummy is rumbling. However, keep it lean, keep it mean - is my mantra and I shall have two stupendous days before weigh in. There is no way I could face the gym tonight - the hangover still lingers. Instead I'm hotfooting it 2.5 miles over to my pal's for tea.
I've got a lunchtime 30 minute power walk planned for lunchtime tomorrow and spinning in the evening. I WILL see a loss this week. Onwards and downwards!
Friday, 4 November 2011
I scream, You scream...
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. After my smug post yesterday about how I was feeling super energised and back in the zone, I had a massive slip up.
The day had gone so well... fruit for brekkie, spinning at lunchtime and then sushi followed by homemade chilli and a sweet potato for tea. But then, I made a huge mistake.
I had bought a tub of ice cream to accompany the apple samosa filo pastry things I'd was making for TB's pudding tonight. I didn't want to buy a big tub as it's the kind of thing I'd rather not have in my freezer for weeks on end and so I ended up buying a tub the size of a Ben and Jerry's or a Haagen Dazs.
After my tea I thought: "Oooh, I know. I'll just have a few spoonfuls of ice cream. Just for a little something sweet." I sat down with the tub and a teaspoon. I know! Alarm bells are ringing with you as you read this I'm sure. You can guess what happened next, right? I ate the whole sodding thing. The. Whole. Thing. I was so annoyed with myself. I totally undid all the good work from spinning - and then some! What was I thinking? Well, that's just it. I wasn't thinking. I totally switched off and mindlessly ate the whole thing. What an idiot.
But wait.... it gets better. You are not going to believe this. I had to pop out to the shops to buy a replacement tub. Yeah, you've guessed it... I did it again. I ate that entire tub too! What an absolute fanny. I can't quite believe it. What a waste of all my good work. So so stupid. SO stupid. It's not like I was craving ice cream or something sweet and couldn't stop thinking about it. It's more that the thought popped into my head and that was it.... I turned into a calorie consuming zombie.
So where do I go from here? Right back on it. That's where. I am so angry with myself and also bewlidered at my behaviour. I feel like I've let myself down but I need to let go of these thoughts and focus on moving forward. Negative thoughts are not going to get me anywhere. Everything else since weigh in has been amazing - the exercise especially.
I've got a healthy dinner planned tonight for TB and I (stuffed peppers and grilled pork chops - his will be topped with apple sauce and blue cheese) and the apple things for pudding which I won't like so no worries there. Tomorrow we are painting the flat and so it'll just be sarnies for lunch. Easy. No plans for dinner as yet but I'm going to be insisting on something that's not dripping in oil or cheese or cream.
Saturday night is going to be boozy but I'll do my usual and stick to rum and diet coke. No after boozing snacking. Sunday will be more of a trial as I fend off the hangover but I've done it before and I can do it again.
Have a great weekend peeps and enjoy a 99 for me. x
The day had gone so well... fruit for brekkie, spinning at lunchtime and then sushi followed by homemade chilli and a sweet potato for tea. But then, I made a huge mistake.
I had bought a tub of ice cream to accompany the apple samosa filo pastry things I'd was making for TB's pudding tonight. I didn't want to buy a big tub as it's the kind of thing I'd rather not have in my freezer for weeks on end and so I ended up buying a tub the size of a Ben and Jerry's or a Haagen Dazs.
After my tea I thought: "Oooh, I know. I'll just have a few spoonfuls of ice cream. Just for a little something sweet." I sat down with the tub and a teaspoon. I know! Alarm bells are ringing with you as you read this I'm sure. You can guess what happened next, right? I ate the whole sodding thing. The. Whole. Thing. I was so annoyed with myself. I totally undid all the good work from spinning - and then some! What was I thinking? Well, that's just it. I wasn't thinking. I totally switched off and mindlessly ate the whole thing. What an idiot.
But wait.... it gets better. You are not going to believe this. I had to pop out to the shops to buy a replacement tub. Yeah, you've guessed it... I did it again. I ate that entire tub too! What an absolute fanny. I can't quite believe it. What a waste of all my good work. So so stupid. SO stupid. It's not like I was craving ice cream or something sweet and couldn't stop thinking about it. It's more that the thought popped into my head and that was it.... I turned into a calorie consuming zombie.
So where do I go from here? Right back on it. That's where. I am so angry with myself and also bewlidered at my behaviour. I feel like I've let myself down but I need to let go of these thoughts and focus on moving forward. Negative thoughts are not going to get me anywhere. Everything else since weigh in has been amazing - the exercise especially.
I've got a healthy dinner planned tonight for TB and I (stuffed peppers and grilled pork chops - his will be topped with apple sauce and blue cheese) and the apple things for pudding which I won't like so no worries there. Tomorrow we are painting the flat and so it'll just be sarnies for lunch. Easy. No plans for dinner as yet but I'm going to be insisting on something that's not dripping in oil or cheese or cream.
Saturday night is going to be boozy but I'll do my usual and stick to rum and diet coke. No after boozing snacking. Sunday will be more of a trial as I fend off the hangover but I've done it before and I can do it again.
Have a great weekend peeps and enjoy a 99 for me. x
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Chowing down
Two posts in two days! I know! I think it's safe to say that's a sure sign I am feeling much more focused.
I mean, let's not get carried away I've managed to eat well and exercise for two days. It's not going to melt away half a stone like magic but two days become three and three become four.... and then a few pounds are lost - and then half a stone is melted away.
I'm on super budget lockdown as well and I had a most productive evening last night. A lovely healthy fish pie for tea, a sweaty gym workout, a flat tidy round and then I whipped up some super healthy spicy parsnip and butternut squash soup which I made from from a load of reduced veg I picked up at the supermarket.
The lovely and very witty Peridot asked me for a some examples of the kinds of things I eat on a day to to day basis and so here is today's eats. I've also included the times so you get an idea of what I need to keep me going. It's also an unusual day because I've got meeting at lunchtime which is breaking lunch so it's in two parts.
9am: Hot water and lemon
10am: pineapple, melon, plum and grapes with low fat yogurt
10.30am: coffee
11.30: Satsuma
12. Cycle 4.5 miles to meeting
12.50pm: Slimming world quiche made with cottage cheese and loadsa veg. Small portion.
2pm: Apple
2pm: Cycle 4.5 miles back from meeting
3pm: Homemade spicy parsnip and butternut squash soup
4pm: Coffee
5pm: Raw carrot and a satsuma
7pm: Fish pie (Jamie Oliver recipe made healthier by removing oil) and broccoli
8.30pm: Refresher ice lolly
10pm: Frozen grapes.
I also drink a lot of sugar free diluting juice throughout the day. I might have more coffee than that too.
Right - time to get to my meeting on my wheels of steel. Adios!
I mean, let's not get carried away I've managed to eat well and exercise for two days. It's not going to melt away half a stone like magic but two days become three and three become four.... and then a few pounds are lost - and then half a stone is melted away.
I'm on super budget lockdown as well and I had a most productive evening last night. A lovely healthy fish pie for tea, a sweaty gym workout, a flat tidy round and then I whipped up some super healthy spicy parsnip and butternut squash soup which I made from from a load of reduced veg I picked up at the supermarket.
The lovely and very witty Peridot asked me for a some examples of the kinds of things I eat on a day to to day basis and so here is today's eats. I've also included the times so you get an idea of what I need to keep me going. It's also an unusual day because I've got meeting at lunchtime which is breaking lunch so it's in two parts.
9am: Hot water and lemon
10am: pineapple, melon, plum and grapes with low fat yogurt
10.30am: coffee
11.30: Satsuma
12. Cycle 4.5 miles to meeting
12.50pm: Slimming world quiche made with cottage cheese and loadsa veg. Small portion.
2pm: Apple
2pm: Cycle 4.5 miles back from meeting
3pm: Homemade spicy parsnip and butternut squash soup
4pm: Coffee
5pm: Raw carrot and a satsuma
7pm: Fish pie (Jamie Oliver recipe made healthier by removing oil) and broccoli
8.30pm: Refresher ice lolly
10pm: Frozen grapes.
I also drink a lot of sugar free diluting juice throughout the day. I might have more coffee than that too.
Right - time to get to my meeting on my wheels of steel. Adios!
Friday, 14 October 2011
Ohhhhhhh L'amour!
Erasure were bloomin amazing last night. Andy Bell was having a few voice troubles yet he still belted out every number. Loved it.
Me and my bezzie guzzled wine and cider and some vegetable tempura (on the way home on the train) and then I got home and had some supernoodles and a packet of white chocolate buttons. Again with the supernoodles! What is wrong with me? I felt proper hungry, really starving and my drunken strategy was to avoid buying a loaf of bread as I felt as though I could have eaten about 20 slices of toast.
I'm planning a lovely Moroccan lamb tagine for dinner which is nice and healthy and I'm avoiding pudding by opting for crackers, cheese and my homemade chutney. I'm not that keen on crackers and cheese but TB loves them so he can guzzle them all.
I've got a really lazy weekend ahead so I'm going to sneak in a gym workout on Saturday. The only other thing on the cards is a birthday lunch on Sunday- and that's it! Bliss.
Me and my bezzie guzzled wine and cider and some vegetable tempura (on the way home on the train) and then I got home and had some supernoodles and a packet of white chocolate buttons. Again with the supernoodles! What is wrong with me? I felt proper hungry, really starving and my drunken strategy was to avoid buying a loaf of bread as I felt as though I could have eaten about 20 slices of toast.
I'm planning a lovely Moroccan lamb tagine for dinner which is nice and healthy and I'm avoiding pudding by opting for crackers, cheese and my homemade chutney. I'm not that keen on crackers and cheese but TB loves them so he can guzzle them all.
I've got a really lazy weekend ahead so I'm going to sneak in a gym workout on Saturday. The only other thing on the cards is a birthday lunch on Sunday- and that's it! Bliss.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Weigh in
Okay - we have a number. And that number is 0.5. I'm half a pound down from where I was two weeks ago.
I have no idea what weight I was last week - it might well have been up on the week before - so I am happy to take the half pound off. This means that today I'm sitting at 12stone 10.75lbs. That's just 3.25lbs off my lightest ever and 2.5 off the two stone mark. That is nothing! I could lose that in a few weeks if I keep the focus.
Not only am I back to working out 5 days a week (well, until next week went work life and social life go totally mental - have I told you I am going to see Erasure?!) but I'm back to the simple meals of fish and pile of veggies for dinner, fruit for snacking and lots of coffee. I know the coffee thing isn't really that good for you but I love it and it helps distract me from other food.
I felt pretty wobbly last week (physically wobbly, not mentally) especially around the tummy area, which is not usually my problem area but I'm glad to say I'm feeling better this week and I feel confident about pushing on and waving goodbye to those pesky 3lbs that just won't take the hint!
Now, I want to chat about something completely unrelated. Strippers. I know, where did that come from? I'll give you one guess. TB.
Last night (a Tuesday night, no less) TB called me at 2.30am. Totally shitfaced. A few after work drinks escalated into a very boozy night and he was hammered. He then reveals he had been to a strip bar. Not a big group of boys, just two of them. And he paid one of them £10 for a dance. I know his mate and I know it would have been his idea but still, I'm not happy about this.
Normally, I don't give a shit if my boyfriend goes to the strippers - if it's part of a big group and a lairy boys night out. When there are just two of them on a Tuesday night - and he pays for a dance... Well, I just think it's a bit seedy. Not to mention the fact I am watching the money like a hawk at the moment and he is giving £10 to a stripper. That is pretty unrelated as it's his money and he can do what he likes with it - it just infuriates me.
I have no doubt in my mind that he would cheat on me. Ever. In fact, while there is no way I would do it to him either I do think I'm the higher risk of the two of us. There is no risk - at all, but if I HAD to name one of us, it would be me.
I just don't like it though. I think it's seedy and sad and it doesn't make me feel that great about myself. He knows I'm not happy about it - I made this clear when we were speaking last night. I'm not going to bang on about it today when we speak when he is sober as I don't want him to not tell me if he goes, but I do need to tell him how it makes me feel.
Starting Weight: 204.25 pounds
Current Weight: 178.75 pounds
Weight Loss This Week: 0.5 pounds
Total Weight Loss: 25.5 pounds
PS) Think these stats were all wrong last weigh in - sorted now.
I have no idea what weight I was last week - it might well have been up on the week before - so I am happy to take the half pound off. This means that today I'm sitting at 12stone 10.75lbs. That's just 3.25lbs off my lightest ever and 2.5 off the two stone mark. That is nothing! I could lose that in a few weeks if I keep the focus.
Not only am I back to working out 5 days a week (well, until next week went work life and social life go totally mental - have I told you I am going to see Erasure?!) but I'm back to the simple meals of fish and pile of veggies for dinner, fruit for snacking and lots of coffee. I know the coffee thing isn't really that good for you but I love it and it helps distract me from other food.
I felt pretty wobbly last week (physically wobbly, not mentally) especially around the tummy area, which is not usually my problem area but I'm glad to say I'm feeling better this week and I feel confident about pushing on and waving goodbye to those pesky 3lbs that just won't take the hint!
Now, I want to chat about something completely unrelated. Strippers. I know, where did that come from? I'll give you one guess. TB.
Last night (a Tuesday night, no less) TB called me at 2.30am. Totally shitfaced. A few after work drinks escalated into a very boozy night and he was hammered. He then reveals he had been to a strip bar. Not a big group of boys, just two of them. And he paid one of them £10 for a dance. I know his mate and I know it would have been his idea but still, I'm not happy about this.
Normally, I don't give a shit if my boyfriend goes to the strippers - if it's part of a big group and a lairy boys night out. When there are just two of them on a Tuesday night - and he pays for a dance... Well, I just think it's a bit seedy. Not to mention the fact I am watching the money like a hawk at the moment and he is giving £10 to a stripper. That is pretty unrelated as it's his money and he can do what he likes with it - it just infuriates me.
I have no doubt in my mind that he would cheat on me. Ever. In fact, while there is no way I would do it to him either I do think I'm the higher risk of the two of us. There is no risk - at all, but if I HAD to name one of us, it would be me.
I just don't like it though. I think it's seedy and sad and it doesn't make me feel that great about myself. He knows I'm not happy about it - I made this clear when we were speaking last night. I'm not going to bang on about it today when we speak when he is sober as I don't want him to not tell me if he goes, but I do need to tell him how it makes me feel.
Starting Weight: 204.25 pounds
Current Weight: 178.75 pounds
Weight Loss This Week: 0.5 pounds
Total Weight Loss: 25.5 pounds
PS) Think these stats were all wrong last weigh in - sorted now.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Choo choo
I think I'm back on track.
My eating is pretty damn shit hot (apart from a bit too much sugar - as per usual) and I've had three really good workouts three days running. Some of the bloat from the weekend's face filling episode has gone down and I feel more in control. Oh control how I love thee.
I'm planning meals and trying to be as organised as possible. So far, so good. I've got 5 hours on a train tomorrow as I head off for a hen weekend but I know what's for brekkie and lunch. Dinner will be eaten out but it's about making the sensible choice. One choice at a time.
I'm a bridesmaid in three weeks time. I don't want to let myself down on the day by wishing I could have done more.
My eating is pretty damn shit hot (apart from a bit too much sugar - as per usual) and I've had three really good workouts three days running. Some of the bloat from the weekend's face filling episode has gone down and I feel more in control. Oh control how I love thee.
I'm planning meals and trying to be as organised as possible. So far, so good. I've got 5 hours on a train tomorrow as I head off for a hen weekend but I know what's for brekkie and lunch. Dinner will be eaten out but it's about making the sensible choice. One choice at a time.
I'm a bridesmaid in three weeks time. I don't want to let myself down on the day by wishing I could have done more.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
E = Mc Fatty
The title of this post should be 'Weigh in'. Should. It's not. It's not because I couldn't face the scales this morning. For the first time since March, I've dodged a weigh in.
After my mini meltdown on Friday I proceeded to stuff my face for most of the weekend, culminating in a toffee frenzy on Sunday night. Hmmmm. Not good. Monday morning rolled around and I started the day well. Fruit for breakfast, scrambled eggs (no toast) for lunch and cold meat for dinner. Yeah, that's not much for dinner but I was driving and that was the easiest thing to eat - alongside the best part of a massive back of mint humbugs. Whoops. I was buzzing on sugar, let me tell you. Distracted, edgy, tired but not relaxed.
I was visiting my friend 50 miles away who has just had a baby. I was heading home and I saw the turnoff on the motorway for my parent's house. I took it. I needed some mummy loving and so I headed to the family nest.
After blethering with my mum and dad for a while, mum and I soon got down to the serious nitty gritty. I didn't quite give her the full version of what I posted her on Friday but I did allude to the fact that I was worried about being left behind. She didn't give me much of chance to dwell on that and cut me off with a "Don't worry about that" - and moved onto what positive action I was going to take. Okay then - no time for self doubt or pity then.
But it's the positive action that I'm struggling with. I've definitely put on quite a few pounds. I can feel it when I'm running; I can feel it in my clothes. I'm not sure of the extent of the damage but it has been done, I can promise you that.
The problem has been having a firm plan of action, for food and exercise, and actually sticking to it. Real life has gotten in the way, work is really busy and my social life too. I've got things happening in the evenings, more time is spent in front of my computer and I've just not had the time to dedicate to the weight loss journey. Dedication is what is takes for me to lose weight and it's that all or nothing attitude that has worked for me. A formula works because of the exact ingredients. If one ingredient changes then it's game over. That's what it's felt like for me. My magical blend has been tampered with.
Well, get yer lab coat and pop on those safety specs on because I'm cooking up a new formula.
So I'm struggling to exercise five times a week at pull pelt? I now do 4 and really really push myself for every minute of those. Plan, plan, plan. Get cooking, prepare meals, take a bag of carrots and some cold meat to the office to snack on during the day. Limit the treats - especially during the week. I know what to eat, I know what not to eat. I just need to think and act accordingly.
The next weigh in will be on Wednesday 5th October. I've got a hen weekend to negotiate between then and now but I can do it. I will do it.
Onwards.
After my mini meltdown on Friday I proceeded to stuff my face for most of the weekend, culminating in a toffee frenzy on Sunday night. Hmmmm. Not good. Monday morning rolled around and I started the day well. Fruit for breakfast, scrambled eggs (no toast) for lunch and cold meat for dinner. Yeah, that's not much for dinner but I was driving and that was the easiest thing to eat - alongside the best part of a massive back of mint humbugs. Whoops. I was buzzing on sugar, let me tell you. Distracted, edgy, tired but not relaxed.
I was visiting my friend 50 miles away who has just had a baby. I was heading home and I saw the turnoff on the motorway for my parent's house. I took it. I needed some mummy loving and so I headed to the family nest.
After blethering with my mum and dad for a while, mum and I soon got down to the serious nitty gritty. I didn't quite give her the full version of what I posted her on Friday but I did allude to the fact that I was worried about being left behind. She didn't give me much of chance to dwell on that and cut me off with a "Don't worry about that" - and moved onto what positive action I was going to take. Okay then - no time for self doubt or pity then.
But it's the positive action that I'm struggling with. I've definitely put on quite a few pounds. I can feel it when I'm running; I can feel it in my clothes. I'm not sure of the extent of the damage but it has been done, I can promise you that.
The problem has been having a firm plan of action, for food and exercise, and actually sticking to it. Real life has gotten in the way, work is really busy and my social life too. I've got things happening in the evenings, more time is spent in front of my computer and I've just not had the time to dedicate to the weight loss journey. Dedication is what is takes for me to lose weight and it's that all or nothing attitude that has worked for me. A formula works because of the exact ingredients. If one ingredient changes then it's game over. That's what it's felt like for me. My magical blend has been tampered with.
Well, get yer lab coat and pop on those safety specs on because I'm cooking up a new formula.
So I'm struggling to exercise five times a week at pull pelt? I now do 4 and really really push myself for every minute of those. Plan, plan, plan. Get cooking, prepare meals, take a bag of carrots and some cold meat to the office to snack on during the day. Limit the treats - especially during the week. I know what to eat, I know what not to eat. I just need to think and act accordingly.
The next weigh in will be on Wednesday 5th October. I've got a hen weekend to negotiate between then and now but I can do it. I will do it.
Onwards.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Eat me
Since my last post about my mega huge Spanish omlette type effort, I've made a slight modification.
While it's super healthy, three eggs is quite a lot and so I've reduced the number of eggs to two and I'm adding some of this bad boy.
There is quite a lot of the egg white mix in the carton and since it cost about £2.80 (or thereabouts, I can't quite remember now) and you've to use it within three days of opening I was a bit hesitant about buying it. But then... I had a brainwave. I froze it into individual portions by using an ice cube bag!I knew I was going to need some today for lunch so I popped three in a bowl this morning and by lunchtime they were defrosted and ready to go!
So how does it taste with one less yolk? Definitely not as flavoursome and I felt like I needed to add a touch more salt. However, I think it's a case of getting used to it and maybe adding more nutmeg or something else to give it more taste.
In other news I wanted to show you a dress I bought last April and only wore for the first time last week. I love the colour and the tiny dots on this number, but the way it ties at the back means that any tummy rolls are on show through the synthetic material and so I've not been confident about wearing it till now.
Sorry about the mess in my room- and my hair. It's all over the shop. It's such an Alice and Wonderland dress - love it! It's so synthetic though that I think it'll be too hot for Croatia. Finally. how amazing is this ring! Top shop sale, I salute you.
While it's super healthy, three eggs is quite a lot and so I've reduced the number of eggs to two and I'm adding some of this bad boy.
So how does it taste with one less yolk? Definitely not as flavoursome and I felt like I needed to add a touch more salt. However, I think it's a case of getting used to it and maybe adding more nutmeg or something else to give it more taste.
In other news I wanted to show you a dress I bought last April and only wore for the first time last week. I love the colour and the tiny dots on this number, but the way it ties at the back means that any tummy rolls are on show through the synthetic material and so I've not been confident about wearing it till now.
Sorry about the mess in my room- and my hair. It's all over the shop. It's such an Alice and Wonderland dress - love it! It's so synthetic though that I think it'll be too hot for Croatia. Finally. how amazing is this ring! Top shop sale, I salute you.
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