Hi anyone who is still there! I am sorry not to have blogged for a while - for starters, my laptop decided to conk out and had to go off to the magic man to be mended. It came back last night - with 67 emails for me to catch up on!
Also, I have been so crap at dieting for so long now that I thought you couldn't possibly still be with me!
So, last time I blogged, I was jogging at 6.45am. Was I ill? Had I taken metabolic rate boosting tablets/drunk Red Bull/taken speed? No, none of those. Sadly, my massive energy boost died after 7 days (which, for me, was impressive). However, back to positivity now - more later. That was a good week, culminating in going to Sheffield to stay with friend from school days. You would not believe the things I did which were totally out of character. I arrived on Friday night, having driven straight from work without incident (but not without customary sweeties, latte, crisps, etc on the journey - friend had mentioned being on a diet too so I think I was afraid I was to be starved!). Anyway, I parked the car and was whizzed off without even going into the house.....to the Health Club. Panic not. It was for a charity fund raiser for Water Aid as my friend and her gym bunnies are rowing across the Atlantic in tandem with a local father and son team who are doing it for real. By the end of the evening, I was standing in front of a group of people I had never met, singing an improvised version of "Row, row, row your boat" with words of support for the rowing team. Embarrassed? You bet! Anyway, we won! (a bottle of champagne that my friend had donated).
Having stayed up too late drinking too much red wine, I was surprised to find myself in a swimming pool doing lengths by 8.45am on Saturday morning. I swam up and down in the slow lane going clockwise. After a few lengths of irritatingly (and surprisingly) catching up with the people in front (it was an over-80's group....kidding!) I decided to be brave and dip under the ropes into the medium lane. After four lengths of getting increasingly frustrated at the arrogant woman who refused to move out of the way each time she met me ("alright, I'll swim round you if I must!) I realised that you go anti-clockwise in the middle lane. Choking with amusement (and exhaustion at having to keep up the pace) I apologised profusely as we passed. After 30 lengths (1/2 mile) I went for a well earned steam room relax. Silence as I walked in. Fairly full. Very hot. The clash of abundant flesh onto wet, warm marble, gave out the loudest, fartiest noise you could not replicate if you wanted to prove it wasn't actually a bodily function. I did the expected "oops, sorry, wet seat" and collapsed in humiliated giggles in the corner. Christ, I was supposed to be still in bed!
By the time we got back to the house at midday, I was ready for a sleep - so much exercise, so little fitness! We laughed, gossipped and generally had a totally revitalising, fun weekend. Thanks Gigi.
When I got back I was still keen to run each morning - until the Wednesday when I couldn't face getting up and going out in the cold. It's gone by the wayside.
So, to date. I'm afraid I decided that I am not doing this diet thing very well (to put it mildly) and am creeping the weight back on (or piling might be more apt). On Sunday morning I was 14st 12lb. BIG whoops. I go into hospital next month for my foam filler op and am going to be severely told off. So, I must confess, I have resorted to my fat pills. Confession. I'm back on the Orlistat (or at least I hope to continue as I only have enough for one week so hopefully the doc will re prescribe). If I take them, I have to behave. I can eat no fat. I could eat sugar without unpleasant side effects but I'm not going to. So far, 3 days without problems and without a single naughty bit of food.
Time to get this show on the road. Again. For real. Cheating a bit I feel, but essential.
Back on the blog. Let me know how you're doing.
Love
Exx
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Thursday 4 February 2010
HaHa...the pedometer is dodgy!
Speedy blog as I am absolutely knackered.
I just wanted to let you know that I went on my little run this morning (I think over a third is jogged now) with the pedometer and it showed 0.91 miles - I knew it!!! It needs to be carefully placed and in my haze yesterday, it obviously wasn't put on the right bit of my waistband. I shall now try tomorrow and see what it says.
I have had a really busy day at work, viewing lovely properties with some lovely people (I am so lovely at the mo, aren't I?!) but its exhausting smiling, chatting encouragingly and being enthusiastic. I had the usual breakfast and then made a batch of carrot & coriander soup for working lunch (with 3 dates). We all had a pork chop with lots of veggies for supper.
Continuing on the right track.
E xx
I just wanted to let you know that I went on my little run this morning (I think over a third is jogged now) with the pedometer and it showed 0.91 miles - I knew it!!! It needs to be carefully placed and in my haze yesterday, it obviously wasn't put on the right bit of my waistband. I shall now try tomorrow and see what it says.
I have had a really busy day at work, viewing lovely properties with some lovely people (I am so lovely at the mo, aren't I?!) but its exhausting smiling, chatting encouragingly and being enthusiastic. I had the usual breakfast and then made a batch of carrot & coriander soup for working lunch (with 3 dates). We all had a pork chop with lots of veggies for supper.
Continuing on the right track.
E xx
Wednesday 3 February 2010
just had to post!
I am such an annoyingly positive, happy person (I'm not sure who I am annoying, but it must get someone!). It is so out of character for me - all this routine, planning, positivity - it surely must end soon. Today I was so busy at work, utterly engrossed and pre-occupied, that I forgot lunch - repeat, forgot lunch! It doesn't happen to me. I ended up eating a pear en route to meet a client. By the time I got home I was famished and could have eaten a horse (or Mum's fat pup) but I made a rocket (yes, I'm using it up!), avocado and prawn salad with a piece of brown bread (no butter).
I got up again this morning and went out for my run/walk with fat Polly. I took my pedometer which hasn't left the bathroom shelf for many months. I worked on the principle that 15/20 minutes of speedy run-walking, must warrant at least a mile. I got back in and excitedly checked the dial - 0.41 miles - what!! I am sure it's wrong and will test again tomorrow. The best thing about this little exercise spurt, is that if I feel like I am about to nick something tasty, I question what is the point of forcing myself up in the morning to go out in the cold, dark morning if I am then going to eat more naughty calories than I could possibly have burned. However, the distance thing set me thinking that, in actual fact, it doesn't really matter how far it is, the important thing is that I come back in feeling great - alive and ready for action. My skin is glowing - amazing, isn't it, what you can achieve in 3 days - I should bottle and sell it! So, if the distance run doesn't matter, does the same principle apply to the scales? Surely it does. If my waistband is less tight, top of my trouser leg looser and chins less wattle-like, does it matter what I actually weigh? I would say not. I appreciate that from a health/BMI point of view, actual weight is important, but in reality, a good body shape and healthy size (a 14 in my case would be nice) then that, to me, is most crucial.
However, I will weigh myself on Monday - but hope not to be demoralised.
Still positive!
E xx
I got up again this morning and went out for my run/walk with fat Polly. I took my pedometer which hasn't left the bathroom shelf for many months. I worked on the principle that 15/20 minutes of speedy run-walking, must warrant at least a mile. I got back in and excitedly checked the dial - 0.41 miles - what!! I am sure it's wrong and will test again tomorrow. The best thing about this little exercise spurt, is that if I feel like I am about to nick something tasty, I question what is the point of forcing myself up in the morning to go out in the cold, dark morning if I am then going to eat more naughty calories than I could possibly have burned. However, the distance thing set me thinking that, in actual fact, it doesn't really matter how far it is, the important thing is that I come back in feeling great - alive and ready for action. My skin is glowing - amazing, isn't it, what you can achieve in 3 days - I should bottle and sell it! So, if the distance run doesn't matter, does the same principle apply to the scales? Surely it does. If my waistband is less tight, top of my trouser leg looser and chins less wattle-like, does it matter what I actually weigh? I would say not. I appreciate that from a health/BMI point of view, actual weight is important, but in reality, a good body shape and healthy size (a 14 in my case would be nice) then that, to me, is most crucial.
However, I will weigh myself on Monday - but hope not to be demoralised.
Still positive!
E xx
Tuesday 2 February 2010
Crikey, it's been a week!
However, quite a good week and getting better.
I am now working full time in the same job and enjoying the strange sensation of being "normal". I woke up on Saturday morning, pottered round sorting washing and then set off to Northallerton for an optician's appointment. I have ordered a pair of glasses which look quite nice - or at least until I get them back with lenses in and I hate them, like I have every other pair I've ever owned. My youngest wears specs and really suits them - and really loves them too, which is good. I have never liked them but feel the need for a safety net if ever I can't wear my lenses. After the opticians, I went to Homebase and bought paint for the kitchen. In October, our boiler was removed from the wall in the kitchen, leaving an area of bare plaster. I don't know what it is other than familiarity, but, when it was first removed, I was horrified at the mess. A couple of months of inertia later and, to be honest, I didn't even notice it. Anyway, on Saturday I decided to get it sorted. I got home (in sunny weather) and washed the car for the first time in over a year and then painted most of the kitchen. It looks great and I felt knackered but satisfied.
Doesn't the above sound comfortingly mundane? Yes. It is. I am a normal working person with a routine. I love it.
Anyway, diet. Still not facing the scales but.....I will by Monday next. I have taken myself in hand. I have mother's overweight dog staying for a fortnight and his nibs won't take a stunted rotweiller-look a like on the farm. As I am out all day, I have to take her out before work. So I have been getting up at 6.45am, pulling on my trackies and trainers and going for a run!!! Well, a kind of run/walk/run/walk. Just a quick 20 minutes round the fields and I come in, eat a healthy breakfast of homemade muesli with fruit and then do a few bits and pieces and set off out for the day. I take lunch to work (yesterday ratatouille, today a rocket, pear and prawn salad) and have a sensible supper (yesterday same salad as today's lunch, today salmon and cous cous). This fabulous routine has been in place for all of two days but, I am feeling buzzy and good in myself and hopeful....again! I feel so good all morning after going out early but I do hate getting out of bed in the first place - especially as it is starting to forecast a bit of snow again - it's bloody cold!
So, weight next Monday. I am off to see an old school friend (she's not old) for the weekend. I haven't seen her for a few years so there'll be lots of gossip and I suspect lots of wine on the menu. She has just informed me we are booked into the gym first thing Saturday morning so good start. Really looking forward to it.
Positive thinking.
E xx
I am now working full time in the same job and enjoying the strange sensation of being "normal". I woke up on Saturday morning, pottered round sorting washing and then set off to Northallerton for an optician's appointment. I have ordered a pair of glasses which look quite nice - or at least until I get them back with lenses in and I hate them, like I have every other pair I've ever owned. My youngest wears specs and really suits them - and really loves them too, which is good. I have never liked them but feel the need for a safety net if ever I can't wear my lenses. After the opticians, I went to Homebase and bought paint for the kitchen. In October, our boiler was removed from the wall in the kitchen, leaving an area of bare plaster. I don't know what it is other than familiarity, but, when it was first removed, I was horrified at the mess. A couple of months of inertia later and, to be honest, I didn't even notice it. Anyway, on Saturday I decided to get it sorted. I got home (in sunny weather) and washed the car for the first time in over a year and then painted most of the kitchen. It looks great and I felt knackered but satisfied.
Doesn't the above sound comfortingly mundane? Yes. It is. I am a normal working person with a routine. I love it.
Anyway, diet. Still not facing the scales but.....I will by Monday next. I have taken myself in hand. I have mother's overweight dog staying for a fortnight and his nibs won't take a stunted rotweiller-look a like on the farm. As I am out all day, I have to take her out before work. So I have been getting up at 6.45am, pulling on my trackies and trainers and going for a run!!! Well, a kind of run/walk/run/walk. Just a quick 20 minutes round the fields and I come in, eat a healthy breakfast of homemade muesli with fruit and then do a few bits and pieces and set off out for the day. I take lunch to work (yesterday ratatouille, today a rocket, pear and prawn salad) and have a sensible supper (yesterday same salad as today's lunch, today salmon and cous cous). This fabulous routine has been in place for all of two days but, I am feeling buzzy and good in myself and hopeful....again! I feel so good all morning after going out early but I do hate getting out of bed in the first place - especially as it is starting to forecast a bit of snow again - it's bloody cold!
So, weight next Monday. I am off to see an old school friend (she's not old) for the weekend. I haven't seen her for a few years so there'll be lots of gossip and I suspect lots of wine on the menu. She has just informed me we are booked into the gym first thing Saturday morning so good start. Really looking forward to it.
Positive thinking.
E xx
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