Not much to report today, really. Food has been spot on, I walked the dog this morning, went for a walk at lunchtime and did Week 5 Day 2 of C25K - running for 8 minutes! Twice! Friday is a 20 minute run, no walks. Apparently it's perfectly normal to be terrified of this day.
I think I've pulled a muscle in my back/side area. I dunno how, I got back from my lunchtime walk, sat down to eat my lunch and then when I got up next all this pain just shot through the area. It's only hurting when I move certain ways and didn't give me any trouble while running at least. Annoying but.
Did a scale check tonight and it was 84.9. I've been seeing 86s all week so phew! I'm a little bit hopeful about a loss on the official weigh-in day - imagine that, a loss after a pizza/chocolate/500-calorie raisin toast/bakery treats/sausage/biscuit-filled weekend.
I'm not even going to try and be perfect on Grand Final Day. I tried it last year and ended up absolutely smashed and eating whatever I could get my hands on. I figure I'll buy a 6-pack of Pure Blonde and pack a few bottles of water with it in the esky. Then again that could backfire too, because it's such a LONG day - there's a definite possibility I'll end up with a lampshade on my head doing shots off a stranger.
Anyway. I'm going to have a snack before I go and indulge in a sausage there - they're having a "salad-off" and giving a prize for the tastiest salad? Whatever. Anyway I figure that means there'll be some healthy options.
Ooh, maybe I should take some red wine. My worry about beer is that it goes down too easily. I can't drink red wine fast no matter how hard I try. Maybe I'll have that for backup...
Ugh, I just don't want a hangover on Sunday! At least it'll be a scheduled rest day.
Today has been a good day!
Yesterday I got home, sat around, ate some rice cakes, had a cup of coffee, felt crap afterwards, tried to avoid the treadmill (it was pissing down outside!), tried to talk myself into not wanting to avoid the treadmill, eventually got off my arse and got on the treadmill and started C25K week 5! Run 5/walk 3 x 3.
I felt 10000000 times better afterwards too. I suppose exercise is a "natural decongestant". I realised that I'd been scared that after a few days off all my fitness would have vanished.
Today I got home from work, had a protein shake and did all the preparation for dinner and tomorrow's lunch (cutting up vegies and cooking onions and such). Then I went to the gym and had another one of those weird days where I felt freakishly fit and strong. Bass Boy reckons it was probably cause the time off meant I was completely recovered. I really thought I would've been a bit weaker.
I realised that I'm enjoying exercise more than I have in years at the moment. I look forward to going to the gym (most of the time) and I haven't looked forward to gym sessions for soooo long.
I was looking through old photos last night and put a bunch up on my facebook - it was 2006 when I got down to my lowest weight evar. Of course I didn't appreciate it one bit and all I could see was how far I still had to go. But I looked hot as. I had a short bright red fauxhawk and it was awesome. Makes me want to cut my hair off again. Except I've been growing it for 2 years and it's all long and girly and pretty. Oh, and the reason that I started growing it in the first place was because I was getting skinny and I wanted to see what I looked like skinny with long hair. And I still want to see that! But everyone reckons it looks better short.
Geez I'm rambling today. Speaking of hair, I should go and dry it and go to bed.
See, if I cut it off I wouldn't have to wash it at night and spend 50 billion years blow drying it. Sigh.
Back at work... I still feel pretty crappy but I'm getting there.
I lost the plot over the weekend. I caved, I had the pizza and I had way too much chocolate. And you know what, I didn't even enjoy it.
Then yesterday I had some raisin toast and a coffee for breakfast, except I bought that cafe-style raisin toast and after I ate it realised that each slice is about 235 calories! Then Bass Boy brought me home something from the Beechworth Bakery on his way home from Ballarat (gig). Then I had oven fish/wedges for dinner (too many wedges!) and then we went to his mum's house and I had a sausage in bread!
I'm back on track today but I can't help feeling like I've undone everything.
I just feel miserable at the moment. I hate working in an office. It just sucks the life out of me.
No choice at the moment unfortunately. Please let me win the lottery, Universe!
Bah, I'm just feeling all crappy and sorry for myself.
I want to get back into exercise but don't know what sort of intensity to go for. I took the dog on a 7.3km walk yesterday and was moving very slowly. I wasn't completely buggered afterwards but I don't think I could've gone any faster - the walk took 90 minutes.
I am alive!
Man, yesterday was so awful. My temperature was up around 38.5 all day and I could barely move. I've been wearing a pedometer for the stupid 10,000 steps challenge and haven't been under 12,000 all week - except yesterday. Step total? 500! I only got up to go from couch to toilet.
I've gone through an an entire box of tissues in 2 days!
Man I hate being sick.
I couldn't eat yesterday except for some vegemite toast. My appetite is better today, does that mean I can balance it out with pizza? ;)
Ughhhh.
I miss the gym. No, really.
Oh yeah, I forgot to weigh myself this morning but was hovering around 84.9 (+ 400g) yesterday. Considering I've only really been eating bread that's not surprising.
Illness strikes.
Everyone around me has been getting knocked down with colds and flus and I've felt like I've been running a "I'M NOT GETTING YOUR DIRTY GERMS" gauntlet.
But I can fight no more!
I had a sore throat last night, then woke up with razor blades in there and total nasal congestion. I was really tired but didn't feel too sluggish. I stayed home anyway, and because I knew I wouldn't have the energy for a proper workout I walked to the shops (for Strepsils etc) and to the doctors - about 5kms total. This afternoon the feeling like death part of the cold rocked up. Now I feel like shit.
BOOOOOOOO.
I've been snacking all day too. Mostly on corn thins but still.
Definitely expecting a gain this week. Unfortunately I think this puts me into a "Might as well make the most of it!" mindset. Silly.
Today I woke up in excruciating pain. Actually I woke up a few times during the night with it too. Once every 4-6 months I reckon, this happens. I was also almost in tears from just feeling sad as soon as I woke up too so I stayed home from work and spent all morning sobbing on the couch with a wheat bag over my tummy!
Surely that's not normal?
Anyway I forced myself off the couch and into the shower, then decided a walk in the sunshine would make me feel better. So the dog and I went for a big walk (7.3kms) - and it did make me feel better! So I came home and made dinner, Bass Boy went to rehearsal and I went to the gym.
Remind me to avoid the gym at peak time at all costs! It STANK! Do all mixed gyms stink or is mine just gross? Fernwood never stank!
And the people are disgusting! There was CHEWY in the drink holder on the elliptical I used, and a heap of chewy wrappers scattered around it. Who even chews gum at the gym anyway? There were empty cans of V on the ground, empty water bottles everywhere. Seriously - what the fuck is wrong with people?
Anyway, I got through my workout and no longer have any desire to eat any of the Eskimo Pies I remembered were in the freezer just before I left, so this is good!
Oh that's right - this is huge, I can't believe I almost forgot. I was at home ALL DAY, by myself, and I didn't eat anything that wasn't part of the plan! I seriously don't think I've ever done that before. Especially with how miserable I was feeling! I'm very impressed with myself.
I still feel like I must've gained like, 14 kilos overnight though. Damn water-retaining carbs.
ARGHH!!!! Seriously, even though I've been PMSy for a week, my period only started this afternoon. And it brought chaos with it! I skipped my workout today for the first (non health-related) time! And I decided to have my treat meal for the week - I wanted wedges with sour cream so thought I'd go the oven variety. Except when I got home the oven trays were dirty and so I cried and Bass Boy took me out on a date to go and have wedges.
But because I skipped the workout I just feel like a big fat deep-fried potato eating failure!
I can't let my uterus derail me every 4 weeks. It's ridiculous. I just feel so down about everything. It's like I take pre-mentrual moodiness to the next level. I have pre-menstrual bi-polar.
Now I have to go to the gym tomorrow. And that means I have to go on Friday! Although I could probably do it Thursday, really. It's not ideal but just once won't kill me.
I want a cup of tea and my pyjamas. And chocolate. Always chocolate.
Damn, I missed a day again!
Into Week 5 now - 9 weeks to go!
The weekend wasn't the greatest, foodwise. I had a big lunch on Saturday - homemade burger and a funny face biscuit from the bakery (treat). Didn't have that until 3-4pm so wasn't hungry for the rest of the day - except for some racing cars and pineapple lollies that fell into my mouth! Oops.
Yesterday I was all emotional and had a moment of weakness and spoons of milo & peanut butter. Not too damaging but annoying. Went out for dinner last night and had the healthiest option on the menu - salad with lettuce/tomato/cucumber/fetta, grilled chicken tenderloins on a piece of pita bread with balsamic vinegar. I didn't eat the pita bread but the chicken was a bit oily.
I didn't drink anywhere near enough water yesterday though...
Oh! But I got 7 gold stars on my exercise chart for the week! First time!
I know I haven't even had my NZ holiday yet but I'm daydreaming about Europe. It's just so daunting when you add up how much money would be required. I'd love to do it in 2010 and I reckon I could save in time but Bass Boy just can't seem to do it. I don't know, I feel like he's not even really committed to NZ - he's going to have to get a loan to go because he hasn't saved any money. And he still hasn't got his passport sorted.
To be fair I refinanced my car loan but that was due to a career mishap earlier in the year that left me with a lot of credit card debt. I just couldn't get out of it so I refinanced to pay off my card and got an extra $3k for the trip - but by the time we go I will have saved another $3k on top of that.
I'm hoping that this trip will give him the travel bug (he's never been overseas) and then hopefully he will be more interested in saving for the big Euro adventure. He has said he really wants to go to Italy. I guess I can't imagine what it would be like to have never traveled overseas at this age - my first (of many) o/s holidays was when I was about 18 months old (travel consultant mum)!
I've been looking at Contiki tours. I've always been kind of against them but the idea of planning a Europe trip when I've never been there and don't know anything about getting around and accommodation etc - it would be nice to be on a tour in that sense. And I found one that goes almost everywhere I really want to see. It's $5k for 29 days.
Perhaps I should just get through NZ first eh?
Why can't I just be rich, dammit!
Weigh in: 84.5
In your face, PMS! 600g loss!
I was really really hoping to get under 85. Now I'm closer to 80 than 90, you see.
I also took measurements and photos last night. I couldn't see much of a difference in the photos, although I'm pretty sure I have one leg a fair bit longer than the other. I look all lopsided and my stomach is all squished up on one side and all straight on the other! I look like a freak! :(
| Week 1 | Week 4 | Difference | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Chest | 97.5 | 95.5 | -2 |
| Waist | 79 | 75 | -4 |
| Hips | 107.5 | 104 | -3.5 |
| Arm | 34.5 | 32.5 | -2 |
| Thigh | 66 | 64 | -2 |
| Neck | 31.5 | 30.5 | -1 |
| Shoulder | 101 | 100.5 | -0.5 |
| Calf | 41 | 41 | - |
| Ankle | 23 | 24.5 | +1.5 |
I think my feet must've been swollen last night!!! It was right after exercise, does exercise make feet swell? The calf can't be right either. My boots will tell you they are smaller!
I skipped C25K last night - got home and had to make dinner which took longer than I thought. And I'd been out in the wind earlier and my sinuses are still paying for it now. So I did a "Sprint 8" session on my bike - 8 sprint intervals of 30 secs, with 90 sec recoveries. It took a long time to convince myself to do it but I am determined to get 7 gold stars on my exercise chart this week!
Aw crap! I missed a day! I was doing so well there too.
Yesterday had its ups and downs - I walked the dog first thing in the morning, and my food was all on track. I went to the gym after work and my ear played up - and it had been so good for the last couple of weeks!
Sometimes when it happens while I'm exercising, I get really distressed and panic - hyperventilation + exercise = not good. Sometimes I'll stop whatever I'm doing and just go home.
Yesterday I'd done 15 mins on the elliptical and was about 4 mins into a 15 minute go on the bike. I kept going. I was debating whether I should do my weights or leave it. I did them - I was going to leave out things like step-ups because that sort of stuff seems to make it worse, but I did it. I just kept relaxed and stopped to do some deep breathing if I felt it was worsening. I got through everything!
It was fine by the time I left, and I wasn't feeling upset at all, yet when I got into my car to go home I just burst into tears. It feels so unfair that the two things I want most are to be fit and a healthy weight, and what I need to do to achieve those goals are the main triggers of this stupid condition. The hormones probably contributed to my little pity party.
I hadn't cleaned up the kitchen the night before either so the whole time I was at the gym I was dreading that I'd have to go home and clean up before I could cook dinner. And I knew Bass Boy was out buying shirts so he wouldn't have done it. Well I got home and the kitchen was spotless and gleaming! And he'd tidied up other stuff too. I saw it and just burst into tears (again!). Then he said he'd got me a present, two things that he just had to get because they were both me.
He gave me two Little Miss books - Little Miss Giggles and Little Miss Whoops! Haha, because he makes me giggle hysterically 99% of the time, and I'm always dropping stuff/knocking stuff over/injuring myself/walking into things/falling over etc etc. Then I started bawling even more cause it was so sweet and funny and cute.
It's funny when sometimes he doesn't even know that I'm having a bad day for whatever reason and just does something really nice that I appreciate even more than I would on any other day.
Oh, and Little Miss Giggles has red hair!!!! She's just like me!!! Well, when my hair is natural anyway ;)
And in the book she loses her giggle and Mr Happy helps her find it. It's just like me and Bass Boy!
Anyway. My work is doing the 10,000 steps challenge thing and I signed up just because I do every year, and this year my department paid for our teams so I got free stuff! I got a little purple drink bottle which is pretty cool - it's PURPLE! Not to mention the shitty pedometer that counts probably 50% more steps than you actually do (every year it's the same!). But this year we also got a t-shirt. It's horribly green, and I like green, but it's just... too green. And it says something about 10,000 steps on it and has little footprints or something. Anyway the point was, my manager (our team captain) picked up all the packs with this stuff and because I'm in a different building to them, someone else in my team brought it over to me.
The t-shirt is a large. A men's large I have to assume, because it's MASSIVE. And I mean, I have a lot of Bass Boy's old large t-shirts for wearing to bed and this must be twice the size of them so it's not even men's large, it's just.... super large! I could wear it as a dress, if I was either slutty or had great legs ;)
The thing is, I don't know if that's just the default, or if someone CHOSE that size for me. And now I'm all paranoid that someone thinks that I might possibly require a t-shirt that big!
Man I hope it was a default.
Hmmm. I had a whole rant in my head earlier about celebrities being so skinny these days and completely warping my sense of "normal" or "acceptable" but I've crapped on enough. I'll just say that I am guilty of loving the new 90210, but the girls in it are so painfully thin I find it uncomfortable to watch.
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