I’ve worked my backside off this week – and as of last Thursday I was 91.4kgs. Monday morning? I am STILL 91.4kgs! Totally not what I was hoping for, especially since I’ve exercised every single day..
Won’t get disheartened.
Archive for March, 2007
Sunday musings.
Seems hard to believe that it’s only been two weeks since I started my more renewed efforts to get fit and lose the weight. It feels like so much longer. SO much longer.
I’m feeling good about things – we ate out last night (with LOTS of temptations) and I stuck to some roast pork and veggies. And today, I turned down a free junk food lunch at Hungry Jacks (usually, I’d be first in line!). I know it’s not much, but it’s just another step.
I’m happy with little steps. And I’m looking forward to tomorrow morning’s jump on the scale. I hope it is under 91kgs!!
My saviour!
We’re coming up to two weeks of being healthier (and dare I say, happier?) and I have to say, I’m doing quite well. I discovered this really good low fat icecream too, which I can use as a treat if my “points” have been low for the day. It’s vanilla and wildberry, and WOW. It’s got to be the nicest icecream I have ever tasted. Thankfully, I can have a bowl and not worry too much about indulging.
The first week I didn’t really need any indulgence, but this second week? I’ve felt like snacks all the time! I think my time of the month must be fast approaching, though I’ve lost count. It’s just a feeling, and that might explain why I’m suddenly wanting to EAT EAT EAT more.
I wish I could stop getting on the scales every day. It doesn’t show me much progress that way, and I have a feeling it’s going to end up kicking my butt. Mondays are still the day I like to weigh in, just after I wake up. At least it’s consistant that way.
Not much else to say. Today I’m going to do my walk now (nice and early), wash my car and wash the dogs – just doing the latter will be a good upper arm workout! Hope you’re having a lovely weekend.
Plodding along.
I’ve been getting through each day as it comes, which is nice. Last Monday, I dropped a few kilograms to hit 91.8kgs, which was amazing. I’ve been trying not to weigh myself daily (even though the temptation is there!) but I feel good about things. I’ve been trying to get into the habit of treadmill walking every day, not as a chore, but just something else I do of an afternoon.
As for my legs being in so much pain, I did some more reading and discovered that I may be pushing myself too fast on the treadmill. I’ve slowed down at the beginning of my walk and I vary my pace a bit, and it allows me to do 30minutes pain free. Not too bad. I’ll happily take some new “treadmill friendly” song recommendations, though. Being on it most days has made my playlist rather boring.
In other news.. I don’t really have any other news! Tomorrow I am considering having a vermicilli (spelling?) noodle dish that the canteen serves with cabbage, carrot and chicken. It’s not cooked in oil, so it can’t be too fattening. Will wait and see how lazy I feel in the morning and whether I can be bothered to make a sandwich!
I read today that juices are worse for you than soft drinks, which makes me thoroughly disappointed. I love me some juice.
Work with me here, legs.
I’ve been exercising at the gym and on the treadmill here at home since around September last year, with some periods in between where I fell off the wagon. Last year, mum and I completed a 4km walk, and about five minutes into it, I had the worst pain in my legs. I had never had it before, not on any treadmill walk at home.
To describe the pain, it felt like my shin bones were going to burst through my skin and explode. It was actually easier to jog (at snail speed) than walking. I kept going and a few minutes later, it had subsided so I could finish the walk.
Generally on the treadmill, it doesn’t bother me, it was just that one off time that I felt it quite badly. But as of last week when I started exercising again, the pain started again. It usually starts 5 minutes or so into my walk, and I can ‘walk it off’ after another 5 minutes or so.
Sadly, it has gotten gradually worse. It’s to the point where I have to slow my speed RIGHT down, or put the treadmill on an incline so it stops putting pressure on the front of my legs. Today, no matter what I did, I couldn’t walk it out – so for my 30 minutes brisk walk, I was gritting my teeth.
I have properly fitted running shoes. I warm up with a slow walk before I begin, and a slow walk when I’m done. I’m drinking plenty of water. Why is the pain so bad right now?
Any help or suggestions to get rid of this would be great.
Back to Baby Steps.
If you are someone who stumbled across this blog from my old blog, please don’t feel that I didn’t want YOU reading. (Unless you are a family member or someone I work with, in which case, please leave now. Thanks.) I don’t actually think this link will be visited, as I tried to make the title as inconspicuous as possible.. but you never know.
I’ve found that if I leave work earlier (slacker!) I am more inclined to get moving in the afternoons. Last year I stayed back past 5.30pm nearly every day finishing an extra project for school; add in the drive home, it would be dinner time, and then I’d get lazy afterwards. This year, having finished said project, I’ve found myself leaving a lot earlier and getting home by around 4.30pm.
I’m aiming for 30 minutes of exercises each weekday afternoon and leaving weekends for now. If I have time OR feel extra motivated, my treadmill is always downstairs, but I don’t want to pressure myself and end up failing miserably.
Monday I did a fast paced 4km walk in about 43 minutes, which left me feeling fabulous that afternoon and buggered the next couple of days. (Who knew walking can make your ass muscles/fat hurt?)
Tuesday I went line dancing with my mum, where in about two hours we learnt three dances without music, and then danced to them WITH music. Good fun. I also ate a beautiful piece of grilled chicken with avocado & cheese sauce, which was on their “lighter”dishes. Mmm. Too bad the salad was all cucumber and tomato; two things I detest!
Wednesday I was hoping for a fast paced walk, but my shin bones felt like they were going to break out of my legs (why do they hurt so much?) so I settled for a slower paced 30 minutes and watched an episode of House while walking.
Today I was in the mood for something a bit different, so I did 30 minutes of fast paced walking to dance music on my Ipod. I was going to stop there, but found myself switching to my mellow playlist, and sticking out another 30 minutes at a slower pace. I walked off wobbly, tingly, sweaty but feeling really calm. It was good. Really good.
That’s all from me for now. Time to go and see what’s for dinner.
Starting over.
I’ve done it this way for a reason.
My old “Resolutions” blog was attracting too many visitors that I didn’t think I’d get. It’s not that I don’t like visitors, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I didn’t expect to have anyone I knew reading my lifestyle blog. Can be a wee bit embarrassing when your boss stumbles across your heartfelt entries about losing weight or feeling worthless and the like. And that brings me to now.
This is not my main blog. I am not linking to it for the time being, not that I expect any visitors anytime soon. This is a personal, pseudo-private one that I am keeping to hold myself accountable for the events that happen to me this year. Number one on the priority list is taking control of my weight; it’s yet to happen and it’s already mid-March.
I’ll spare you the detailed background. Let me just say that I am at least 20kilograms overweight, I don’t look after myself anywhere near well enough, and I feel that I’m not getting out there and living the way I should/could be. The goal is to start thinking about me a little bit more. Fingers crossed I can do that here, as my last journal failed to make much of an impact. Sadly, I am too easily swayed by temptation.
Some of my excuses;
I try and take the easy way out, too often.
I have trouble seeing small results as positive ones.
I am bloody impatient. You would not believe it.
I believed I could only lose weight if I had somebody doing it with me.
I don’t want to rely on excuses anymore. I don’t want to have to explain myself to anybody as to why I’m trying. I don’t want to let myself get suckered in by one bad day, I want to stick it out. I said it last time, and here I am; most likely heavier (and a wee bit unhappier) than when I started.
I also don’t want to be miserable at the end of this year. I’ll never be complete – but I like to think that I can make a difference. Damned if I won’t make it work this time. Being anonymous feels better already.
