My Bliss Point

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Another fabulous guest poster for y’all, here is Heather Landis from MyBlissPoint.com giving her take on weight loss for you. Be nice :)

My name is Heather Landis and my blog is MyBlissPoint.com  I have been fat off and on for the majority of my life and at 35, almost 36, I am done with fad diets and the yo-yo rollercoaster I have been on.  My whole journey started with the simple desire to stop my compulsive/binge eating, then evolved into a quest for knowledge about our food system, and then transitioned into a weight/food discovery and recovery.  I have been a recovering compulsive/binge eater for about a year now.  I say recovering because I believe the addiction to food is much like the addiction to alcohol and drugs.  For me, every day is a choice to stay in recovery, and some days every bite is a choice to stay in recovery.

A while ago I went to see a dietician because I felt my food choices where holding me back a bit.  I was not completely sold on what the dietician had to say, because I am leery of the FDA plate thing, and she was sort of on their band wagon.  She gave me enough though, that she was helpful in some ways.  I am the type of person that if something is not working I want to know why; that’s why I went to the dietician in the first place.  If I am not losing weight, I want to know why.  How can I fix the problem if I do not know the root of the problem?  I am also the type of person that doesn’t lie to myself about the part I am playing in my weight lose.  I know I am a self sabotager and I can admit when I am the root of my problem.  Because I am like this, I have a really hard time wrapping my head around people who aren’t.

I was at the gym recently with a friend who has been battling her weight for some time and is always talking about how much she wants to lose weight, how crappy she feels all the time, and how nothing works for her.  I suggested she meet with a trainer and/or a dietician to see if they could offer any advice.  She thought maybe if she had a gym partner that would help, so I volunteered.  Everything is easier with a partner right!?  We went to the gym a handful of times and I saw what the problem was; this is where I encouraged her to see a trainer.  When she flat out refused to see a trainer I just told her in the nicest, but bluntest way I could muster, she wasn’t losing weight because what she was doing was not exercise.  You can’t get on the treadmill and waltz at the pace you would through the mall on a lazy Sunday.  Now before you burn me at the stake you should know this girl is probably only 50 pounds overweight and used to play sports, so she has the ability to work out just as hard as I do; we are basically in the same physical boat.  I also watched her on four separate occasions walk that treadmill for 30 minutes and not break a sweat.  Problem!  She finally met with a trainer and that guy kicked her hinder six ways from Sunday, and guess what – she started losing weight.  She met with the trainer twelve times and lost weight, but now she has gained it all back and has decided that she will only be able to lose weight with a trainer.  That logic makes no sense to me, but you can’t convince her otherwise.  Absolutely, no accountability for her role in her present situation.

I have another friend who probably only has twenty pounds to lose and want to lose it really bad.  She works out five to six days a week and just can’t seem to lose the weight.  She eats terribly and my guess is that’s the problem, but again, no accountability for her part in the whole thing.  She will say, “I probably shouldn’t eat this,” or “This is going straight to my thighs,” but doesn’t seem to be able to make the connection.

I’ll be honest, this behavior makes me a little nuts.  My friends and I like to say own your needs.  What does own your needs mean?  If you need to go to bed and everyone else wants to stay up, own your needs and unapologetically go to bed.  If someone is constantly making you feel small, own your needs and unapologetically cut them out.  If you feel like crap because you are overweight and out of shape, own your needs and unapologetically take care of yourself.   Whatever your need may be, own it.  Once you own it, and I mean truly own it, you become unstoppable.

“Something happens when you stop running your familiar programs about fear and deficiency and emptiness.  I don’t know what to call this turn of events, or the freshness that follows it, but I know what it feels like: it feels like relief.” – Geneen Roth

Being accountable for the part you play in your own success or failure is hard, but is also a necessary evil if you really want to come out on the other side.  To come out on the other side of my compulsive/binge eating, I had to admit and confront some horrible and painful truths about myself.  It was not fun and it took a long time to get where I am now, but it was necessary.  I hate to work out and can come up with fifty-two excuses in about three seconds as to why I can’t go to the gym.  That is the part I currently play in my own failure.  I have been able to get my eating and my food choices to a healthy and manageable place.  This is the part I play in my own success.

What part do you currently play?  

Trying to Tri

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Today’s post is a guest post from Kris at Trying to Tri, where she blogs about her passion for running and triathlon, weight loss issues, and life in general. Hope you are all being good and welcoming for my lovely guest posters :)

Doing your First Triathlon

Are you a runner? Cyclist? Swimmer? Are you looking for a new challenge? Injured, and have discovered that you actually enjoy your cross training swim or bike workouts? Have you ever considered giving a triathlon a try?

Triathlon is a combination of three different sports – swimming, cycling, and running. First you swim, then your ride your bike a while, and after that you run a little. The whole time, you get to have fun and test your limits!

So how do you get ready for a triathlon? Actually, it can be easy! For your first triathlon, you don’t need all the expensive, fancy gear, and any bike you already own (or can borrow!) will get you to the finish line. You do need to be able to swim, but for your first triathlon, you don’t have to swim far.

There are many different lengths of triathlons, but there are four basic distances:

Sprint distance: 750m swim, 20km bike, 5km run
Olympic distance: 1500m, 40km bike, 10km run
Half Iron distance: 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run
Iron distance: 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run

When you look at the Iron distance, it definitely seems overwhelming! But the sprint distance isn’t too bad, and if you’re really nervous, you have a couple of other options – a super sprint, which is even shorter than the sprint, or participating as part of a relay team (where you only complete 1 or 2 of the three disciplines).

So now that you’ve decided you might want to do a triathlon – what next? Well, you need a training plan, and you need to pick a race.

Depending on where you live, you might have lots of options for races – for example, in Minnesota, there are triathlons almost year round – they have an indoor triathlon in February! Where I live, in Manitoba, our season is shorter – June to September only. If you live in an area that doesn’t have harsh winters, you’ll have more choices too. Your best bet to find a race is to look up whether you have a local triathlon club or association. If you find one, they will usually have a calendar of events.

Once you’ve got a calendar, look it over to find a race that looks good to you. Don’t like open water swims? Maybe you can find a triathlon with a pool swim instead. Hate running or riding on hills? Look for one with a flat elevation. Not sure you can handle a sprint? Look for a super sprint!

Make sure you have enough time to train for your race. How long you will need depends on what your starting point is. If you are already a runner or cyclist, you’ve got a good base. If you know how to swim and are comfortable in the water, even better! If not, you will need extra time.

If you aren’t a strong swimmer, you might want to consider taking lessons. Both my husband & I took “learn to swim” lessons in the winter of 2011 to improve our swimming. This is a great place to start if you have never been a swimmer, or haven’t been one in years. If you are a regular swimmer, there are often Masters swim classes for adults at local pools where you can practice and get some coaching.

Almost all of us learned to ride a bike when we were children. Those same skills will get you through a short distance triathlon, although practising first is important! If you are just starting out, any bike, including a mountain bike, will get you through your first race. Investing in a good road bike (or even a triathlon bike) is not necessary, but it is a good idea if you decide you really love the sport and want to do longer distance races.

If you aren’t a runner, doing a Couch to 5K program, or a Learn to Run program is an excellent way to ease into running. If you are a runner already, you will have to learn a few new things – running after riding your bike is much more challenging than a regular run!

Training for three different sports means finding a way to balance them all. If you have selected a shorter distance race, then five workouts a week should be enough (two runs, two bikes, and a swim). Many books have been written with different training programs, right now I’m using Triathlon Training for Dummies – they have a solid, easy to read training plan for many different race distances. (Sadly, many training books look like Greek to me – and if I have to have an advanced degree to read them, I’m not going to bother).

After doing all your training, race day will arrive! You may feel excited, nervous, even a little scared. This is normal! Once the gun goes off and you’re in the water, your jitters should fade. If you have planned out your race, and trained for your plan, then you will swim, bike and run your way to the finish line… and now you’re a triathlete!

Crossing the finish line is the most amazing feeling. The pride lasts forever – I still get a warm glow thinking about my first race, and it motivates me to train even harder for the next one! Plus, it sounds totally hard core – after all, you say you’re a triathlete, and people think Ironman. You don’t have to correct them. ;)

I’m trying to spread the triathlon love – it really is the most amazing, addictive sport! It might be worth looking in to, and you could make some new friends and have a lot of fun – all while being healthy and active!

Slimming Eats: Meal Planning Sunday

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Well there is this blog, it’s called Slimming Eats, and it’s written by the very lovely Shev, you can read all about her here. She’s a Brit in Canada and she’s awesome at making food that’s amazingly tasty whilst being super good for you.

I know Sunday is a day that lots of you meal plan, so I thought I’d share this little goldmine of yumminess. Do you know what’s really great, she has an index of recipes too.

Craving a takeaway? Make your own KFC family bucket…

Fancy some good old fashioned comfort food? Try the Crispy Potato Topped Meat Pie….

Got a craving for Pancakes and bacon? (I always do) so try her amazing American Style Breakfast…

What I love about this site is that Shev has been there too, she’s clever with her recipes and she’s lost weight as well, herbefore and after pictures are fantastic. Plus she’s a red head and I do love red hair :)

I hope you’ll check it out, say hello if you pop by and I’m going to try and get Shev to guest post at some point and give us some of her amazing tips!

What Running Means To Me

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 I’ve been asked many times by various people as to why I run. The simple answer is I run because I can. It was the realisation during my late 20s that I was no longer getting away with eating as much as I wanted and, as a result, my weight was beginning to creep up. There was also a growing awareness about the fragility of life and how, by leading an increasingly sedentary life, I was taking for granted my health and fitness. I knew that there’d be people who weren’t as lucky as me who’d give anything to be able to be more active but were unable to due to ill health or age.

So, I started running. I’d been very active from when I was 9 through to 18, competing in athletics and cross-country events for my school and district before giving it up due to recurrent problems with my hips and knees. Running was something I’d always enjoyed but the constant pain no longer made it a viable hobby.

I reacquainted myself with running in April 2008. Due to the fact that I used to be quite a decent runner, I assumed I’d head out of the door and tackle a 3 mile loop easily. Boy was I in for a shock! After 50 seconds I thought I was going to die and after 90 seconds I had to stop. It brought me down to earth with a bang and I realised this was going to be a lot harder than I initially thought!

After that experience, I took things slowly.  First going out for a slow jog of 5 minutes, then 10.  The day that I managed to run for 30 minutes continuously seemed like such a momentous occasion and that’s when I realised that I’d rediscovered my love of running.

In January 2011 I joined Carlisle Tri Club (http://www.carlisle-tri.com) This has helped enormously with my running technique and the camaraderie it fosters has been a massive boost to my motivation. My minutes per mile time has also fallen by 2 minutes; the interval sessions on the track, and being pushed by faster runners, has helped me achieve this. I would recommend joining a running club to everyone. Most clubs welcome novice runners with open arms and it really doesn’t matter how slow you think you are; there’s a club for you.

Last year I ventured into the world of trail running. Another thing I have taken for granted is the fact that the Lake District is on my doorstep. Trail running has allowed me to explore the surrounding fells and the miles seem to fly by as you’re so occupied as to where you’re placing your feet. Getting to the top of a particularly gruelling ascent, you’re rewarded with a breath taking view. This is when you realise how fortunate you are to be doing something you enjoy and how lucky you are to be alive!

Running has also brought me closer to family and friends. Every weekend I go out for a run with my cousin, Ali. We set a time, a place and a route so that we’ll ensure we turn up and get that long run in. Long runs are so much better with company as we gossip and put the world to rights and spur each other on if we begin to struggle. Occasionally we drag my twin sister out with us. She’s quite happy to join us as long as it’s not too wet / too windy / too cold and she hasn’t been out the night before…. Running really has enriched my social life!

To keep on running, particularly when you’re going through a bad patch, it’s so important to have support. I am so lucky that my partner, Tristan, (www.binocularface.co.uk) is very encouraging. He’ll stand around for hours in all weathers while I’m racing and doesn’t complain (too much anyway!). Towards the end of a race when every ounce of your being is screaming at you to quit and just walk, I’ll see him and I’ll find that extra energy from somewhere and cross the finish line beaming like the Cheshire cat. Seriously, every race I finish has me smiling like a mad woman. The emotion of it all is overwhelming. The months of training have led to that moment and the hard work and pain is worth it for that feeling of complete elation.

Of course, I do have bad runs. Everyone does. But, without those bad runs, you won’t fully appreciate those times when everything just clicks………

Running has also become a way of dealing with my increasingly chaotic life. With 3 young girls, I don’t get a lot of peace and quiet. My dad was diagnosed with dementia in January 2010 and I know that I would be struggling with this a lot more if I couldn’t (quite literally) run away from the pain and stress this has brought to mine and my family’s lives. I know that when I’m running I am in that moment and my head empties of all the stress allowing me to focus on the next step, the next breath. Running has become a crux for me in that respect and I can’t imagine a time now when I won’t run.

So, while I will never be the fastest runner, I love the energy, enthusiasm and new friends that running has given me. I also hope that I’m setting a positive example to my girls and that they will lead healthy and active lives also.

Happiness and Me….

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The second guest poster has arrived! This is Chris, a colleague from my working for the man days, she’s been inspired by happiness online and wants to share her experiences too. She’s not a blogger but she shared an office with me and that is no easy task my friends so give her a warm welcome :)

The start of 2012 has not gone according to plan there is a very good reason for this, simple really, I don’t have a plan! Inspired by Becky’s blog, I have decided if I am going to be happy I need to put some effort in and make it happen, so I got off the sofa and started my own search for happiness. Ironic really because I used to run workshops on how to be happy.  The problem was actions speak louder than words, I could talk the talk but when it came to walking the walk, it was all words, no action.  I was simply too busy, or was I?  I told myself that I didn’t have time to concentrate on myself, I had far too much to do (like looking after the kids, watching TV, reading self-improvement books, staring into space, daydreaming, you know the kind of thing) and anyway I managed to convince myself that I was happy.  It turns out I don’t even know what makes me happy anymore.  With all this in mind I am starting at the very beginning. First on the list find out exactly what this mysterious thing called “happiness” is (easier said than done).  I turned to the trusty internet, Google took just twenty seven seconds to return three hundred and thirty eight million results, I decided to narrow it down by searching for a definition of happiness, nope still hundreds of millions of results.  Here we go again, avoiding taking any action, using delaying tactics instead! I had a word with myself and started again. I came to the conclusion that it doesn’t really matter what anyone else’s definition of happiness is, it’s what mine is that counts. I decided to work backwards and think about things in my life I am not happy with; here is the list, or at least the shortened version:

  • Not spending enough time with friends and family.
  • Lack of real friendships.
  • Being overweight. Not having enough energy.
  • Never enough money.
  • The house I live in.
  • Lack of progress in studies.
  • No social life.
  • Bored of having no purpose.
  • Lack of motivation.

I could have gone on forever but it’s a start.  I looked at my list a lot in the first few days (oh dear delaying again) interestingly all the things on my list are actually under my control. To avoid being overwhelmed by my task, I am taking one step at a time. I decided to start with my studies as I had deadlines looming that I just wasn’t going to meet, it was that not having enough time when you do really thing creeping up on me again. Because I had just let things slide, it was really stressing me out, I thought about it every single day so I decided enough thinking, time for action.  I took the decision to withdraw from my Psychology course, I was struggling with it and I couldn’t even remember why I wanted to do it, I needed some breathing space.  For my other course which I had dragged out for ten years, I only had one assignment left so I decided to knuckle down and just get it done, it took every ounce of determination I could muster but I am pleased to say that I have now completed my Higher Certificate in Business Office Information Systems Wow that’s quite a mouthful and I am now looking forward to donning my black gown and graduating in August.  Onwards and upwards what’s next on the list?

I decided to work on my social life or lack of it next, I am not ashamed to admit that I am actually quite lonely, as a single parent with two teenagers who practically take care of themselves now and an empty house a lot of the time, I need to get a life, a proper one, not one filled with rubbish. After concentrating on the kids for so long it took me a while to realise that they don’t need me as much anymore, after getting over the rejection, I realised that they will leave home eventually and if I don’t want to end up a lonely old maid with just the cat for company (oh wait he left home already, long story) I had better get off my bum.  A friend of mine, yes I do have a few, I just need more, had shared some video’s on Facebook of a dance that he attends, I had watched a few and thought that it looked like great fun but had never quite got the nerve to go, drastic action was needed so I decided to take the bull by the horns and go along, I have wanted to learn to dance since forever and much to the kids disgust I am an avid strictly fan, it was perfect. If this works out that’s four things to tick off my list.  At the first session I was made to feel so welcome by everyone it was great, potential real friends here!  The downside was that the Kizomba is a VERY close couple dance and having been single for, well let’s just say a very long time, I was shocked and not sure if I could do it, I felt like Bambi on ice as it was without the addition of being that close to a strange man, just to clarify that’s strange as in a stranger not odd! Well after being convinced that it is just dancing after all, I got over my inhibitions and absolutely love the dance, it has become my passion, that’s another one off my list, hooray.

Well I have made a start on my happiness definition I now know that dancing and spending time making new friends makes me happy. Next to work on spending quality time with my family, I need to organise a family roast, not roast the family you understand! Watch this space.

Food Is Fuel

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Introducing my first guest blogger of the fortnight that I’m away, hope you are all behaving yourself and give Paul a great welcome! I’ll be back February 27th and will no doubt hammer you to death about my holiday!

We need it to survive…

Muck up our diets and we get a nasty range of possible diseases…

It also triggers emotional responses in us…

So, as you know all that, where am I going with it?

Rebecca has kindly asked me to write a guest blog, I hope I can make it interesting and show another twist, from another perspective on things fitness. We met on the start line of the British 10k, me a seasoned charity runner, she a newbie looking forward with that mix of terror and hope I recognise so well from the start lines I’ve stood on.

 As an adult with a congenital heart disorder (posh words for being born with something majorly wrong with my heart, requiring open heart surgery when I was 3) my love affair with food has had its up and downs.

A lot of kids with heart conditions, me included, have problems putting on weight when we’re little. And it must worry our mother’s sick, so food becomes the treat – chocolate for being brave at the blood test, sweeties for staying still for the ECG (that funky thing were you get lots of leads attached to you and they get wiggle lines that apparently mean something), crisps for not being noisy in the waiting room, and my favourite, trifle after a trip to the big hospital (Great Ormond Street).

However, I was chronically underweight until I was 17, the doctors were thinking of putting me on a high calorie diet right up to the time I went to university… and then I found beer and kebabs… and all you can eat Chinese, and beer… and curry, with beer… So the 6ft 8st weakling ballooned to a 16st weakling.  The other complication being that at the time I believed what I’d been told as a kid, that I couldn’t do competitive sport, recreational sport was frown on and I should keep my heart rate low and slow.

A lovely recipe… Throw in once I graduated I got effectively a sedentary job, a desk jockey in the civil service… I’m not sure how heavy I got, and being fairly tall I could carry it off.  And food stayed the treat; bad day in the office – take-away, tired – chocolate, good day in the office- chocolate.  Is a pattern forming?

And then the hammer fell… Type II diabetes… That’ll be the kicker that hit me… The good news is because my family has a history of it I knew the symptoms and caught it about 10 years before most people do… Bad news, tablets every day…

It was about then I started challenging my conditioned response to exercise, going on longer and longer walks and starting to think about whether I could run…

So where am I now? I’ve run 2 marathons Edinburgh 2010 and Liverpool 2011, have run in a the Great North Run for the last 12 years – starting off by walking it all, and last year set a PB of 2:36 – I’m never going to set the running world ablaze. I’m currently training for the Belfast Marathon, in May 2012, and am again trying to break the other part of the conditioning I’ve mentioned – my emotional connection with food.  Chocolate is very limited these days, but occasionally it’s the only thing that’ll do.  The weight is down to 15 and a half stone (funnily enough because of the exercise my diabetes care team haven’t been too worried about my weight) and dropping with a target of below 15 st for May. And there it’ll have to stay, because in October I go further than I’ve ever gone before – the Nottingham Ultra Marathon – 31 miles, 1 run, target 8h.

And more, much more than this, I hope to try and at least alert others to the conditioning our childhood as kids with heart conditions can bring. When I run I run in the colours of the Children’s Heart Federation – the leading charity working for children with heart conditions.  I also talk to parents the length and breadth of country, trying to give them some insight in what it’s like to grow up and be a grown up with heart condition.

Do I make a difference? All I can do is hope so.  If one more person goes to http://www.childrens-heart-fed.org.uk/ and gets some help they need because they see the logo and name on my running top then all the miles, the occasional blister, the aching legs and worried looks on my cardiologist’s face have been worthwhile.  In the coming months we are going to try and put together a team of runners, a community of those of us who want to run for children with heart conditions – so if you want to know more please keep an eye on our website, or even my (home) blog – http://walkingforheartkids.blogspot.com/

Oh, and yes I do still have kebabs – they just normally are chicken kebabs… 

It’s so busy!

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By the time you get ready for a holiday you really need one! We are packed, I’ve weighed the cases, had eyebrows waxed, hair cut and am ready to look fabulous on the flight! Well it’s more likely I’ll look slightly dishevelled but I can live in fantasy land can’t I?

So I’m leaving on a jet plane, will be back at the end of the month, keep your eye on the blog though because there are lots of wonderful things scheduled for your interest, I’d love to see your comments on my return, I’ve loved all of the things I’ve read and written for y’all.

Keep plugging away you guys, I would love to come back from holiday with a loss but after a difficult few weeks I’m worried about it. I don’t want to stress about food the whole time that I’m away, I want to stay active, I want to enjoy myself and I want to relax and if that means food as well then that will have to be.

So I will catch you on my return, prepare yourself, it’s gonna be like a holiday slideshow :P

Change of Heart

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Thank you for the wonderful support you gave me yesterday, it means a lot more than you can ever imagine, and I’m still cross with the scales but I’ve spent time considering really the decisions I’ve made this week. I weighed in and I stayed the same. After two disappointing weeks I’ve had to take a hard old look at myself.

I don’t think I deserved nothing from my week but I know now that I didn’t deserve lots. When I really examined things there were convenient things that I missed out. I had a good honesty session with Man and myself and things have to change around here. I’ve let some stuff slip, and we’ve been skirting around a few issues for a while and I need to face them now.

The Gym. The gym is becoming more of a hinderence than a help. Yes I do enjoy classes and I like the sweat I can get on but largely it’s kinda making me lazy in other parts of my life. It’s like I get my calories down in there and then I feel like I’ve earned lazy for the rest of the day. I know that’s a choice, it’s a mental choice and a choice I know but it’s not leading me to a more active life in the sustainable all day kinda way I would like. I know it’s not totally as cut and dried as this but since I joined the gym around a year ago, my weight loss has slowed massively. I’m going back to basics.

Part of my organisation in January has been to create a family room in the biggest bedroom in the house, we’ve moved our bedroom in to the medium room and Charlie has found himself in the smallest (don’t worry, it’s got a window and he’s in a mid-sleeper so still has plenty of floor space when he picks up his mess!). The two rooms in which we sleep are much more functional for good sleep now and that’s proven itself effective so far, and the family room is great. We change and dress in there, we also have the Xbox and Kinect in there too, it’s a great long room in there and that works great for the Kinect. There is also plenty of space to work out to a DVD or just do some yoga. I also have a bike that’s being sadly neglected and cheeky running shoes that need a concrete pounding.

In September I intend to take a leaf out of Mary’s book and commute by bike to work and so that will be something challenging which I would rather do some prep for in advance, I’ll have to bike to the train station, then train across the border, then bike to work. It won’t be perfect all the time, I have to travel a fair bit up to 3 hours sometimes so obviously I’ll be driving that!

Financially it would be a help too not to have a gym subscription there, it’s going to be harder not having it and easier in some ways. I’m keen to get the boy walking more so the school commute should be a good opportunity.

Again this is a bit of a random interlude. Can I just mention something? In 2 days I will be driving to London, then in 4 days I’ll be on an aeroplane. If the snow scuppers that I’ll be forced to hurt someone. I want heroic measures people*.

So things are busy, I’m in the throws of getting the house in ship shape condition, attempting not to binge and trying to not let this cold take hold.

* Obviously I know that safety comes before my dream holiday for my 30th birthday and that I can’t put a plane full of people at risk, inc. my child, for my sunshine needs.

I’m Cross with the Scales

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Yep. CAPITAL LETTERS, BOLD TYPE, CROSS.

I’ve been on point all this week. Even when I’ve not wanted to in any way, I’ve craved junk food this whole time, I’ve wanted to have pizza, chips, snacks, I’ve wanted to gorge, but I haven’t. I’ve felt like eating pretty much every second of every day, but I’ve not, I’ve eaten when I was truly hungry and not before.

I step on the scales when I feel like it really, sometimes everyday, sometimes just once a week but because of the cravings I’ve been looking to them for inspiration and what have they given me. Nada. They haven’t moved not even 0.0 of a pound. I don’t know what this means to the official scales but I’m pissed. I am so angry that I’ve avoided all the stuff I wanted, I’ve done the work outs, I’ve drunk water, eaten veg, stuck with very lean meat, yet that stupid thing will not budge.

Source: google.co.uk via Rebecca on Pinterest


I have official weigh in at 5pm GMT so I’ll tweet / facebook no doubt after that. All I’m asking is one pound. It’s would spur me on not to destroy myself over my holiday. I’m facing my holiday with great anticipation at the moment, but also with trepidation, I’m scared of what it will do for my weight loss, I think part of why I’ve not travelled much over the last 5 years is I was afraid of being somewhere hot, afraid of airline seats, afraid of heat, swimsuits, and all that goes with travelling. Anyway. I’m a bit rambly today (only today you say? okay, always). I’ve an appointment after X Biking and Pilates to have my catapillar’s eyebrows shaped/waxed ready for Friday night out with the girls.

I’ve made an appointment with a hairdresser in a salon too.

Really it’s so momentous it deserves it’s own line. I really need a cut before I go on holiday, so does the boy, the only time we could manage it is last minute on Friday. My hairdresser isn’t available so I’m going to someone else :/ I’m a bit scared but she comes recommended and my cousin works at the salon too, but I hate having my haircut in front of a mirror. I mean, that means you have to look at yourself the entire time which sucks the big one. I am surrounded by pretty little things, who do their beauty routines, who look after themselves, and then there is me, dumpy, a caterpillar above each eye, spots, and no make up. Woe is me right?

I’m hoping I’ll go in looking like me and come out looking like Jessica Stroup. Yeah, I’m sure that’s possible.

Anyway, rambling again, must get on and must remember that I shouldn’t …

Inspinering

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Yep. I just made up a word. I’m off to Body Balance and X Biking this morning, I need to find a hair salon that won’t destroy my hair but will cut it nicely before Friday and someone to tame the eye brows!

Food is going pretty good, had a twix yesterday but was my only ‘slip’ and well within my points, and honestly, who can resist a twix?

So I’m leaving you will some things that I have found merriment or inspiration, you can decide which is which….

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