It’s been puzactly one month since I wrote this post and decided that I needed to shift a little weight from my frame and attempt to stick with something for more than 7 minutes, which is usual time frame that I stick to things when it comes to weight loss.
So how has it been going?
: I am now 4 kilos lighter than I was a month ago and it appears I CANNOT move past this
: I try and go for a walk/run each and every day although that seems to mean 4 times max a week
: The walk run is mostly walk but getting more run. It’s 4km’s from my house and back and it climbs up a mountain (well 128 metres so it seems like a mountain). I see cows and rabbits and sometimes a wombat along the way. It is SO beautiful.
: When I started going my time was 35 minutes 28 seconds. This morning I did it in 28 minutes 55 seconds that is a WHOLE 6 MINUTES FASTER MOFO’S!
: I am a whole lot fitter than I was a month ago
: My clothes are looser and I can fit back into some size 12 jeans that I wore for about 2 weeks this time last year which was the last time they fit me
: My skin and eyes are clearer
: My mind is sharper
: My patience is longer
: I achieve more on the days when I exercise to the days when I don’t
: My mental health and well being is a gazillion times better than it was
What about the food you are shovelling into your mouth?
: I have tried to cut out most sugar from my life but have been pretty loose on the rules. I don’t have sugar in coffee but I might have some wholemeal toast which probably has some sugar in it if I could be bothered to figure it out. I still drink wine but try and have 2 or 3 alcohol free nights a week. I haven’t had biscuits or chocolate AT ALL except for one piece of Harper’s Birthday cake, a banana choc chip muffin & crumble last week and a teeny bit of slice on Monday this week. I don’t miss it. Really.
: The first 3 weeks I was VERY strict about carbs. No bread whatsoever. This has gotten slack and I have some wholemeal bread on a sambo but I have also stopped losing weight. I swear bread is the reason. I have still been having pasta or the occasional roast potato. You gotta LIVE people!
: Lunch is tuna most days which is lucky for me cause I love it. Salads, salads and more salads. Snacks are nuts or nuts or nuts. I haven’t been eating any fruit because of the sugar in it.
: I still drink coffee with milk every day. Again, living peeps, living
: I still don’t drink nearly as much water as I should
So there you have it. I feel like I am about half way with where I want to be. Another 4 or 5 kilos would be awesome and would take me back to when I was probably in the best shape of my life – when I got married. I cannot seem to lose weight at the moment – whether it’s a plateau or muscle, or whatever, I cannot seem to budge past the same weight for the past 2 weeks. That’s annoying. Actually it’s beyond annoying it’s a pain in the arse that makes you want to stop because seriously, what’s the point? But that’s all part of it right?
There isn’t anything much better than someone telling you you look great. Have you lost weight? YOU BET YOUR LAZY ARSE I HAVE! There isn’t anything much better than putting clothes on and have them fit you. Properly. I still think it’s magic that one day pants don’t fit and then a week or so later they do – like magic! Hard, sweaty magic that is. Rob has been a great help to me – him being just a few kilos off losing 20 whole kilos himself. He is well and truly in the zone and I am *almost* in the zone. Maybe. Sure, I look at that jam and butter and toast and think to myself how good it would be, but I am trying to switch off, quickly and move onto other things – it’s just food. Just fuel. And DEAR GOD I want to try and not think about it as being anything else. Not a reward. Not a comfort. Just beautiful food that fills you up, and gives you energy to get stuff done. And most of all there isn’t anything much better than feeling good about yourself. Setting yourself goals, sticking to them, and achieving them. Feeling like you are doing good at something. Even if it’s just going down the road for 5 metres it’s 5 metres more than you would be doing on the couch. Feeling good about myself makes me a better partner and a better Mum – regardless of what my pant size is showing me that has to be worth it.
Isn’t it so annoying how that’s true? Stupid exercise.