Pained

Today is a struggle.

A struggle to walk as I went to kettelercise on Monday night! Haha - wee bluff style joke there from me.

Yup, I've been to a class at the gym. No wonder I can barely walk; I cannot remember the last time I went to an actual class. The past few days have been very painful but the class itself was fine - apart from the star jumps and the like. Truth is my pelvic floor is not so hot! This is one of the reasons I've had to can running for now. For the first 30 seconds of running, things are not good at all. Anyway - that's a whole other post.

Healthy living wise, things are going VERY well. And I feel so much better. Sure, I'm not really any thinner but it's all a mind game, isn't it. Meals have been on point and the bingeing is well and truly over. I keep thinking of six weeks time and how amazing I will feel if I keep this up.

Tomorrow I'm going to spinning for the fist time in about 9 months.

Here's a few recent pics. New glasses and blonder for me. And Lady P who was 1 just a few weeks ago! I have a one year old! WTF? She is hilarious.  And yes, we love a good knit.

 PS) thanks for the comments girls. So lovely to hear from you all x

Line in the sand

I feel better already.

I spoke to TB last night about how I was feeling. He had no idea. Well, why would he, I suppose. Told him how down and out of control I felt.

I told him six weeks away needed to see a serious change. He was totally supportive. Well, of course he was. He would support me if I said I was going to gain 3 stone on purpose. However, he also made some observations....

Specifically, I go to a lot of effort to make a healthy meal and then snack on wee bits of chocolate and sweeties here and there. So true. If I really want to make these next six weeks count then that has to stop.

I weighed myself this morning. 13 stone 9.25lbs. I was 13 stone 7.5 on Monday. Almost 2 lbs in 5 days. That's impressive, no wait... I mean, that's horrific!

So it's game on. Six weeks to lose 9.5lbs. Six weeks to get into the 12 stones.

My main thing I want to get in the groove with, as a starter, is planning. I can't remember when or why I stopped planning all meals for the week. I'm out tonight but tomorrow the pen and paper is coming out and the list is being made. It feels so good to write that.

Breakfast today was a slice of brown bread and marmalade (no butter) and a watermelon heavy nutriblast. Lunch will be chicken tikka salad (seriously, lidl chicken tikka is the unreal).

Also feels nice to be blogging. Saved my sanity I don't know how many times. 

Out of control

I'm struggling. Big time.

For about a week now, every day has been the day I'm getting my shit together. Every day I end up eating crap. A lot of crap. I'm binging. It's been a long time since I've done this for more than a day at a time.

I just cannot get it together. The thought of getting through a whole day is monumental.

Size and weight wise things are really not that bad. I weighed myself on Sunday and I'm 13stone 7.5. Well, I was. God know what damage I am doing every day I fill my face with crap.

I wanted to be 12 stone 11 by July 16th, when it's summer camp time. I've just counted.... that's 6 weeks tomorrow. Big sighs...

If I am going to even be close to that (I would bite your hand off to be in the 12 stones) then I need to take action now. This might sound totally bonkers but I really don't know where to start. What the actual.... I feel like I have never eaten healthily for a day in my life.

And I'm pissed off. I am pissing myself off with this behaviour.

Weigh in

This is a toofer. Two for one.

I kinda forgot to update last week. Putting on a pound and a half will do that to a person. Yeah, after going out for dinner on the Friday night and drinking rather a lot, I just couldn't get it together and then on the Tuesday I ended up baking a cake, slathering it in raspberry and coconut cream cheese icing, and then eating half of it. Yes, half. I know. WTF?

BUT.... redemption awaits. Doesn't it always? I got my head back in the game and had a great week, involving two buggy runs. Goodbye 2.5 pounds this week.

This means, I have FINALLY lost a stone this year (phew!)  and am just 5 measly pounds away from my pre preggo weight. Ooh and ft. That's ooft.

I'm feeling stronger. The runs are getting faster and I do feel the difference in my clothes. I'm sure lugging a 20lb baby up and down the stairs several times a day must be helping.

Challenges lie ahead though.... 2 nights in Ireland for a weddings before next weight in. Then away with the folks and my brother's family for 4 nights for my mum's 60th, the following week.

I did manage to go to the actual gym though yesterday and there is also a gym in the hotel we are staying in for the wedding so I'm taking my gym kit in the hope I can convince myself to squeeze in a quick workout. 

Current weight:        13 stone 2lbs
This week:                - 2lbs
2016 total:                 14.75lbs

Pre preg weight:      12stone 11lbs

 

- Post run glee
- My branding expert reviews my biz cards
- Out on the town with my blonder barnet

Weigh in

Yipeeee! Half a pound off. Very VERY happy with that.

It's not been a perfect week. There was cake. There were toffees. Let's just leave it at that shall we and enjoy a loss.

Just a quarter of a pound more off and I'll have lost a stone this year.

I've got two more weigh ins until we go to a wedding in Ireland. I would LOVE to be in the 12s for that. That means I need to lose 3.25lbs in two week. Totally do-able but there can be no excuses, nibbles or general faffing.

In other news... I have potential new biz coming out my ears! Excellent position to be in but there are not enough hours in the day. Haven't been to the gym for WEEKS. I'm gonna power walk to mother and toddlers tomorrow. Gotta do what you can, when you can.

Current weight:        13 stone 3lbs
This week:                - 0.5lbs
2016 total:                 13.75lbs

Pre preg weight:      12stone 11lbs

Weigh in

There was a loss this week, which comes as no surprise.

3lbs off. I'm very happy with that! Well, happy that I lost a good chunk but happy that it wasn't any more than that as I feel like I could keep that three pounds off this week, and maybe lose a wee bit more.

Who the hell knows how it will all pan out but I am doing my utmost to keep this downward trajectory going. I'd LOVE it if I could lose 3/4 of a pound which would take me to a stone off this year.

Numbers aside, for the first time since I gave birth (and for a long time before) I feel like I am getting back to looking like me. Once I get into the lower 13 stones my shape changes a bit and this is where I feel good. I feel even better weighing less than this OBVS but I feel like I've finally shifted the weight that makes me feel like a frump.

Been for a 5k run today. My time was exactly the same as last week but I felt a LOT slower. Not too much other exercise planned so will really need watch what goes my gob.


Current weight:        13 stone 3.5lbs
This week:                - 3lbs
2016 total:                 13.25lbs

Pre preg weight:      12stone 11lbs

More good than bad

So much has happened in the past week.

First the good stuff...

• Two new clients. Horay! Very excited and happy about this. I can do it ALL!
• Met up with a gorgeous red head for lunch on Friday who is just a total peach
• Went for a 7km walk along the beach with little miss strapped to my person. Yup, that beach above is on my doorstep.
• Penelope was 9 months old and has started crawling (not sure the crawling is to be celebrated as mischief ensues)
• Had an amusing trip to the vet with poor Hoover on the lower (slightly angled) deck
• Went for a 5k run with the buggy.

Then there was the not so good...

• Lover boy was away on four night stag. He was away on a different stag the weekend before. He is away for something else this weekend. I'm trying to be zen about it but am failing miserably.
• Penelope was unwell on Saturday night. Nothing like having to change sheets in the middle of the night to really make you feel like an actual parent. Illness progressed into the other end on Sunday. Jesus CHRIST.
• Illness progressed into me on Monday and I spent the day with my head down the toilet. Cannot remember the last time I was that ill without it being drink induced. I actually had to phone my Mother in Law to come and get Penelope I was that bad. And then when TB got home he was hit with an emotional onslaught from me. Very emotional thanks to being ill. Of course, from the first heave,  I was thinking "oooh, this might help shift a pound". Haha! I wish I was I was joking but it's so true. I'm eating, but not much so weigh day tomorrow will be interesting.

- Cat and baby transportation
- Bath time hilarity
- Poor Lady P gets stuck after some backwards scooting

Weigh in

Six days of a some serious healthy eating, no booze, no formal exercise and a medium sized foray into a bag of praline truffles = 1.25lbs off.

Yes please! Pretty happy with that as I'm now the lightest I've been since giving birth. I'm also closing in on a stone lost this year; less than 4lbs to go. I've got a wedding in 4 weeks time. A stone off for then would be peachy.

Goals for this week. Less sugar and more movement. Cocoa nibs for healthy raw food balls are on the list, as is a buggy run on Sunday.

Owards.

Current weight:        13 stone 6.5lbs
This week:                - 1.25lbs

Pre preg weight:      12stone 11lbs

Weigh in

Last weekend I was away on a hen do. It's impossible to stick to healthy eating in such circumstances. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow and enjoy life. And so that's exactly what I did. Cake, booze and all!

Monday, I was right back on it. Friday (today) I decided to weigh. Risky. Would I see a loss? Yes. The answer is yes! Just a wee half pounder but after what I had shoved in my cake hole, I'm flipping delighted.

I'm now 13 stone 7.75lbs. Just a pound off being my lightest post pregnancy and 10.75lbs from my pre preggo weight.

Pleased with that.

Totally unrelated is this pic I took this week. Gives me joy!

Backatcha

Well hi!

Would you look at this.... a post! It's only been about four months.

These pics pretty much sum up what's been going on. Hanging with my wee pal, returning to work and of course, thinking about the size of my arse.

Lady P is almost nine months old and is more hilarious every day. Well, she certainly thinks so!

I went back to work in January when she was just seven months old. Just a wee toot! It's only two full days though and she seems to be loving nursery, and getting to see more of her granny. I am spending a lot of the other days trying to squeeze work in around her, which is proving more tricky than I hoped. Not quite got the balance yet. The massive washing pile is testament to that!

I've also felt like shit for most of this year. I had a fluey type thing which I was informed was viral, and came with a rash. Was just feeling better and BAM, floored with another cold. Just what I need when I'm trying to do it all... And can't take any sick days from work or life!

Soldiering on though! Off to my folks tomorrow for meetings down that way, while my mum babysits. Constant juggling act!

Weigh in

I'm on a pretty good cycle with Lady P.  Every three hours she feeds and within that time she always naps for 30 minutes. That's not long though. 30 mins to get on top of what you need to do without having one eye on her goes by in a flash.  Especially when you get you get your head around that the time between feeds is from the start of the feed.  Let me explain...

If you feed at 1pm, that might take 30 mins. Regardless of how long it takes, the next feed is 3 hours away, at 4pm - so you've now only got 2.5 hours in which to do whatever you want to do. Gym, supermarket, coffee with friend, bake - and then BAM is time to get your tattas out again. The next thing you know it's bedtime and it all begins again.

At least I know I've got those 30mins every 3 hours. I've hung the washing out, tidied the spare room (Mum is coming to visit) and then I thought, fuck it - just sit down and please yourself for 10 of those minutes. Haha! 10 minutes. Whoopee doo! You've gotta laugh.

Anyway, this wasn't meant to be an account of my days! Just an account of one part of this day, weigh day. Stayed the same. Of course I would have loved to have lost something but I had a Chinese, sweeties, and a power of booze on Saturday night. So it was not to be. Fair enough. We're going on holiday a week on Friday to Crete with TB's folks and naturally there will be many delicious Greek foods. I'd love to lose 2lbs next week to try and get my down a bit before I put it all back on again!

This week I'm only gyming it twice so I'm going to do a home workout on Friday night - and my usual 10k of walking every day. Onwards!

Hello from the first stop

In my last post (which was bloody ages ago) I said my first stop in the old weight game, was going to be the 13s.  Just like a Eurovision contender, here I am, calling from the 13s. 13 stone 9.25lbs to be exact! Can you see me? That's me waving from a town called, Super Chuffed.

I'll stop with my terrible analogy, cause it isn't even really one.  My grey matter is a bit rusty.

So in total I've lost just over a stone since I started actually trying post baby. I'm very pleased with this result as I deserve it! Let me tell you, I am working hard. Almost every single week I am at the gym three times. Once is a weight workout, once is spinning and once is a glute and shoulders workout. Mon - Fri (including the gym) I'm covering at least 10k - so my fitbit tells me. And of course what's going in my trap is mostly super healthy. It's only in the last few weeks things have really started to move though. One week I even gained. As you can imagine this went down like a lead balloon.

Breastfeeding dictates my whole day as the little munchkin feeds pretty much every three hours,  but I've tried to forget about it when it comes to losing weight. The official line is that it means you're using up another 500 cals a day. I can't see it. The rate I'm losing weight at is slow. Which is good, I mean, I need to make sure I'm getting plenty of the good stuff to pass onto Lady P.  But the pounds aren't just falling off like some people would have had me believe. I am putting the work in. For sure.

We've only got two months left of until we begin weaning (holy shit- I just counted that up) so I'm hoping as she gets bigger and feeds more and more efficiently, taking more and more milk, that these next eight weeks will see the back of at least half of the the last 13lbs preggo pounds.

You may be wondering where the baby chat is. Apart from the fact I'm going to tell you Lady P is such a good baby (mostly!) there is none. I spend SO much time thinking about her, I'm not inclined to bore you with the details. And there are so many details. The tiny things she does, that change and advance every day are mind blowing. To me.  Four months of baby life, and I am loving it but I am also loving that I am still me. However, I am still gonna show you some pics of my wee darling.

And leave you with the hope of more regular blogs but you can always check out my instagram @mrs_lainey