Friday, 19 July 2013
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
I am back from my first bootcamp with Complete Body fitness. I am pooped... as I said earlier, I tried so hard to think of some valid reasons not to go - hayfever, sure I can't be in the pollen. Ah but the class is in doors. In door's you say? Sure aren't I allergic to dust! Eh, no your not.
I had an internal monologue such as the above for about 20 minutes. In fact I'd wager I burned half tonights calories just thinking of reasons not to go - such was the energy I put into it. Eventually I got up and went. Thankfully I was clever enough to avoid the couch altogether or I'd have never made it out.
I got to the class and felt all shy and unfit, as you do. Especially when all these waif like ladies were hopping about the place. But, in all fairness, Alan the Complete Body Fitness boss, was really lovely and welcoming. It also turns out that one of the waifs was really nice to me and buddied up with me to do the cuicuts. And she's being doing it for a year so here's hoping she was like me when she started out and I end up like her!!!
That's where all the nice stuff ends.
Oh sweet devine baby jesus... thats what I kept saying over and over throughout the whole thing. And I am pretty sure that his clock and timers are wrong. There's no way that hour was a real hour. It had to be some sort of vodoo hour cause it was long.
I was sweating in places I didn't even know I could sweat. My sweat was sweating. At one point he told us to get a drink - I couldn't hear him over the sound of my blood pounding in my ears... at another point we had to sit on a trampoline holding our legs up and a weight at our chest. Lets just say if it wasn't a trampoline I don't think I'd have got up. I used the springs to get some momentum going to propel me to my feet!!
The class was good. Even if I do know that I will be hardly able to move tomorow. Himself has promised to run me an ice bath tomorrow evening. For the first time in my life that actually sounds delightful!
Here's to feeling the burn!!!!
It's week 4 and Day 3. Today is the day that I start my bootcamp. I have spent the last 2 hours trying to think of reasons not to go. So far, I can't actually think of any reason that doesn't make me look lazy. Because the truth of the matter is, even though I know exercise is a way of being healthy, I sure wish it wasn't!
I will take my measurements this evening and at the end of my two classes a week for four weeks I will retake them and see if theres any changes...
Feel the burn!
He took his last breath on the 18 July 2007.
Our family lost a character. He wasn't perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. He was flawed but he was beautiful. He had weaknesses, namely the horses and the drink, but he was wonderful in his own right.
My Godfather was never a constant presence in my life. He would come in and out of it from time to time, always leaving me with the feeling that he was proud to be my Godfather.
I would love to say that he is in my thoughts and I feel the loss of him every day since he passed, but that would not be true. Just as it was during his life, he comes in and out of my thoughts and I feel the loss of him randomly.
In the weeks leading up to his death we all, as a family, tried to spend as much time with him as we could. Some of my favourite memories of him are of us laughing in Beaumount at one thing or another. Mostly at my Godfather and Himself joining forces and slagging me off. One of his favourite things to say to me was "what did I ever do to deserve a godchild like you"... depending on what had happened in the previous moments depended on whether he meant it in a good or not so good way!!
Monday, 15 July 2013
This weeks result... funny story really. I, eh, sort of chickened out of going to my class. I have discovered this weekend that I am an almighty scardey cat who sometimes cannot face things head on. The Soul Crusher being one of them things I cannot face. Now in my defence, a rather weak defence but a defence nonetheless, I am not feeling very well. The hayfever has taken a bit of a turn for the worse and I appear to have developed a cough that you could liken to a cough of a 60 a day smoker. Feckin pollen will be the death of me.
Pathetic defence, I know, but I just didn't have the heart to go through with a weigh in.
As punishment for my lack of commitment I have signed up to a 2 nights a week for 4 weeks bootcamp. Every Monday and Wednesday for the next 4 weeks I will be putting myself to work!
Week 3 was a washout but week 4 will be amazeballs
Sunday, 14 July 2013
Friday, 12 July 2013
Actually it is more like wish for the day...
This is the cruise ship called "The World" and it has 130 permanent residence apartments on it. And I want one.
So if anyone wanted to purchase me one of these apartments I would be ever so grateful!!! No? Guess ill just have to dream
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
I have made an appointment to see the doctor. The time has come. I have spent the last three days of this glorious heat wave hidden in doors, with curtains drawn and windows shut for fear of the outside getting in. I can literally see the pollen banging the door down demanding entry so that it can attack my senses! Sure I ran down to the bin this evening and I was covered in the feckin stuff. Now as I go to bed I am sneezing, wheezing and snotting all over the place! Lets just say himself isn't seeing me at my most desirable!
So instead of taking advantage of this wonderful weather to go walking or even sitting on the balcony overdosing on Vitiman D, I sit inside like a snotty vampire. ..
Week 3 has gotten off to a good start.
The plan this week is to move more. Once I get my doc to hit me up with some decent anti histamines ill be laughing all the way around the park!!!
Monday, 8 July 2013
I actually nearly backed out of going to the class today. That's how badly I thought I did!!! But it was actually ok, not great, but ok. I didn't loose anything and I didn't gain anything. That my friends is ok...
So I shan't be winning slimmer of the week this week but next week I will! I just need to be extra good this week and have a good idea of how I am going to make it through next weekend which is filled with catching up with my buddy and going to see Mumford and Sons in the Phoenix Park with himself!!!
Any tips, please fire them this way!
I think help is definitely required for tonight's weigh in. As usual, all day long I'm feeling confident with what I have achieved, but as soon as I am a couple of hours away from getting up on TSC (the soul crusher) my nerves kick in, my confidence runs away screaming like horror film victim and I morf into Doubting Thomas. Every glass of wine, bottle of beer and fizzy cola bottle that I consumed this weekend comes back to haunt me. And I mean every one of them...
I was at my cousin's wedding on Friday. It was the first wedding I have been to since my own, exactly 3 months to the day! It was very exciting. Extra exciting because I remember how she felt at every stage. Plus, I am a fairly over excitable individual so my knowledge of how one feels the morning of ones wedding culminated in my being awake at 6am wondering if I could change my hair appointment to 8am.... It was a wonderful day. She was utterly gorgeous, as were her bridesmaids and the groom, of course! My cousin has a wonderful understated elegance about her at all times, and this was present in bucket loads on Friday.
Shame I can't say the same for her booze hound cousin... the booze hound being me. I really don't believe that I deserve the hangover I got from the wedding. I was very well behaved, by usual standards anyway! I only had two glasses of wine with dinner, which I watered down with diet 7up. And I stuck to beer the whole day. I spent much of the night dodging another cousin of mine who has a tendency to lead me astray, the 'astray' path usually being copious amounts of Jagermeister, tequila, sambucca... you get the picture! Regardless of my careful avoidance of this favourite of my cousins, I ended up with a hangover from hell. I am pretty sure that this came from Satans Pandora's box of hangovers. I lay on the ground at one point and pleaded for a bullet / rusty knife / bludgeon to the head - no one was kind enough to oblige. But I was given a bag of fizzy cola bottles which helped immensely!
And to make matters worse, sure hadn't I only gone and opened my big bloody gob during the week and invited my in-laws and parents for dinner on Saturday. Oh sweet divine Jesus it nearly made me cry. I swore to them all that the hangover was going to take me, so they might as well just go on ahead and order in something from the Chinese and if, by some small miracle of God I was still alive, order me a three in one! That was the plan... I went for a wee Nana nap, to see how things would go. I awoke from the Nana nap possessed with a cooking power like no other! I made them roast potatoes, garlic potatoes, roasted carrots, green beans and two, yes you read that correctly, I said two, meats! They got roast beef and corn beef. And as if that was enough to tantalise their taste buds, I made gravy from scratch. Not a bisto jar in sight! I can only assume that my body decided to counteract the hangover by moving, constantly. And having a couple of glasses of wine...
Anyway, the point of this story is that I drank a lot and I ate a lot over the weekend and now I am in fear of the scales and what is going to be said to me!
Feckin should have learned from WW.... don't have your weigh day on a bloody Monday!
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
Oh jesus the pollen count is sky high and it's breaking my heart. I have taken a weeks worth of anti - histamines today but I am still sneezing and my eyes are burning like they are being boiled in the fires of hell by Satan himself. If only eyes were detachable. I could pop them out, give them a wash, whack them in the fridge to cool down and then pop them back in right as rain. And as for the sneezing? I don't just sneeze once, it's normally about 5 or 6 times
Sometimes I barely have a chance to catch my breath. Which is difficult enough if your say, standing at a bus stop. But you try doing that while booting down the road at 120km per hour. Suffice to say it's not safe!
And the itch in my nose. God it's so bad that my whole face is itchy! I am like a lunatic rubbing my whole face!
I haven't been able to put a screed of mascara on in days. Everytime I do my eyes leak and I wind up looking like an auditionee for a really bad K.I.S.S tribute band. So I am wandering around with tiny red squinty leaky eyes and look tired and about to burst into tears... I've to be extra smily in work in case my new colleagues think I am unhappy!
Hayfever is the reason people doubt the moon landing. It is hard to believe they can drop a person on the moon but can't find a way of stopping bloody flowers and grass rendering some of us red eyed leaking messes for 4 months of the year....
Monday, 1 July 2013
I have been quite apprehensive about this weigh in. Mainly banother skjnI am still in my WW head space and not entirely sure that I have this plan down. Also because I went out for dinner on Friday night and all my good intentions went out the window the moment I sat my ass at the dinner table...
We went to a wonderful Thai Restaurant, Siam Thai. It is my all time favourite place to eat. The food is just gorgeous in it... I had planned to have something like boiled rice and stir fried vegetables. No starter. But you know what they say about the best laid plans? Willpower sneaks in and shoots them to hell, that's what happens!! I ended up ordering a starter, but I shared it with himself, which is most unlike me. I believe that food is much like underwear, never to be shared with anyone! I ordered Beef in red wine sauce and boiled rice - at least I didn't go for the fried rice. But in all fairness, that was nothing to do with being Slimming World savy and more to do with the fact that there are peas in the fried rice and if there's one thing I hate more than sharing my food, it's peas in food. It was totally worth it though. It's three days since I had that meal and I'm still thinking about it. Every pepper I have stir fried since makes me wanna go back there.
Saturday I was a little bit better. I had my wee Bestie call over to play guinea pig for me and my cooking skills. I made a quiche for lunch and then the Diet Coke Chicken for dinner. Quiche is something I have never had, so needed her to be the judge on whether it was right or not. Have to say, quiche is nice. Bit like baked scrambled eggs if you ask me, but nice all the same. Diet Coke Chicken is amazeballs. It's really tasty and very easy to make. My guinea pig headed off in to the night with a very happy and full tummy, and kindly left behind some flowers and (not so kindly) some chocolates which I have been force feeding to himself, give or take one or two!!
Himself is loving this new way of life because he is getting to taste all sorts of new things. For dinner on Sunday I made a duck stir fry. Love a bit of duck I do, but man it's a b!tch to prepare. I got duck breasts and had to take the skin off. There has got to be an easier way to skin a duck than how I did it. Bloody hacked my hands to bits with a knife and then nearly stabbed myself in the foot with a scissors I tried to use (slippy hands = dropping scissors on to bare foot). Thankfully all my efforts were worth while cause it was delicious.
So how'd the weigh in go I hear you ask....
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Day 3 has come to an end. I got a phone call from my leader to see how I was settling in to my new world, but I had to call her back cause I was suppin on leek and potato soup and munching on home made coleslaw. That's right, I made my own coleslaw and I am happy to report that it tastes almost as nice as the full fat mayo laden shop bought deliciousness.
I am still highly skeptical but keeping going. Essentially, as long as I eat fruit and veg with every meal I will loose weight. The hard core inner weight watcher in me is having panic attacks at my casual unweighed rice and pasta. She's practically seizing everytime I eat a spud with blatant disregard for its carbohydrate-ness! But I will soldier on.
I will say one thing, I am eating far more veg than ever before. Granted most of its raw, but eating it nonetheless.
Tomorrow is a bit of a conundrum though. It is the first time I go out for dinner. .. I am heading for Thai food... need to resist the Paanang Curry with all my might because no matter what diet your doing it is one meal that's never gonna fly. ..
Weigh day is in T minus 4 days... I hope the scales doesn't explode!!!
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
It took every ounce of willpower I posses to get my backside out to that class. A lot of internal dialogue, "Lie Down, have a nap and some pre-nap chocolate!", "Don't you dare sit on that couch, we'll never get off it!", "Go on, sit on the couch, have some chocolate", "Stay away from the bloody chocolate, get off the couch and go do this!"... it's very hard listening to myself argue. Because I'm always right and each side had it's merits... Eventually, I couldn't listen to myself anymore and decided I'd come back and make friends with the couch (and chocolate) after the class...
Before I continue, I apologise profusely to my wonderful Weight Watcher's leader who has tried and tried in vain to get me to return to the fold. I just feel like it is time to give something else a shot because I've gotten complacent and lazy with the Weight Watchers way.
Anyway. I joined my new class on Monday. I am highly skeptical. Highly. I think it's because I still have my WW head on me and have to adapt to the new way of things. Essentially, I can eat all the pasta, potatoes, rice and cous cous my carbohydrate loving heart desires, as long as I fill 1/3 of my plate with vegtables. I have to remind myself that in order for this to be effective I actually have to EAT the veg that's on the plate, consumption by osmosis does not occur and simply having them on the plate does not a skinny girl make!
There are Syns. Again, not all that sure on how this is working. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a brutal Synner... but we will see.
I have decided that I am going to give this 4 weeks to see how I go. If it works, which by all accounts it does, then happy days. If not, back to the drawing board - hopefully not a ten ton tessie from all the non-weighed pasta etc....
As for moving... well I was doing grand last week, moved a fair bit by walking into work and it was going well. But I think i pooped myself out with all my walking last week because this week all I want to do is sleep. Really sleep. Like right now, I think if I rested my head on my desk I'd be out for the count snoring my beak off dreaming of Syns... So I need to get myself back moving. Especially if I am going to eat unlimited carbs.
I am being told that I should loose at least 3lbs this week. I don't know. Maybe I will. I am doubtful, not just because I am struggling to get the plan down, but because myself and himself are heading out for a bit of dinner in the loveliest, tastiest Thai restaurant in town. Literally, it's the stuff Thai Food Dreams are made of. And as much as I like to think that I am going to go in there and order something good, chances are I'll order something great like Beef in Red Wine Sauce, or Paanang Curry...
Here's to new beginnings...
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Thursday, 6 June 2013
This is what I want to say all day today and yesterday and most likely for the next two to three weeks... why am I desperate for friends? All mine left me
... actually, that's not true. But, I did leave my job for pastures new and while its exciting and challenging and good to push yourself out of your comfort zone, I wish adults could be like kids in a play ground. You know? Hey you, kid over there licking the stones, will you be my friend and help me eat the sand. We will be bff's forever and you won't have to lick stones alone and I wont have to eat sand alone... but it's not like that is it?
Instead, its awkward standing around wondering if you should ask can you go for tea with the group or hoping you don't have to sit on your own at lunch like a big new person... and worst of all, not knowing where the bathroom is and accidently asking where the jacks are.... great first impression rach! Real smooth!
I am not exactly the most shy and awkward type, so you would think that being a newbie wouldn't really bother me. But I just get so socially awkward when I am new. I blurt out random things, or else I say nothing at all like a mute so that when I finally relax and find my feet and start chatting they realise that I am not a mute and, in actual fact, its impossible to shut me the heck up!!!
Thankfully, so far, day two has gone well and everyone has been really nice and not left me eating alone like the lonely newbie... times like these I wish I could speed up time to a couple of weeks away when I have settled in....
Thursday, 30 May 2013
I have raised the Bat Signal.. I need help of the superhero variety, because nothing short of a superhero is going to rescue me from this food coma I seem to have slipped into since I came back from my honeymoon...
I am pretty sure my motivation and willpower got abandoned on one of the Caribbean Islands and are currently sunning themselves and sipping on cocktails laughing their asses off at me.
I keep saying I'm going to go back to a slimming class. I keep getting organised and then I allow something to distract me. Mostly, food. I have been eating and drinking like a woman possessed with a tapeworm, or a high metabolism...
So that's why I have raised the Bat Signal by starting to blog again. It might give me the push I need to get my backside back in gear. I have literally buried my head in the sand and won't even get up on the scales at home for fear of breaking it!
I am putting it down to all the new things in my life;
- New Husband
- New (to me) car - purchased for me by the new husband, he's definitely a keeper!
- New Suite of Furniture - a major role player in my lack of motivation. I sit down on this bad boy and it's like sitting in a big fluffy hug...
- New Phone - I have ditched the Apple and now run with the Samsung crowd!!
- And finally, New Job....
The name of my blog is apt, I am a weight watching wife. It's just that right now, I'm watching it (and facilitating its) increase...
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
We had such a wonderful day for our wedding. It was one of the happiest days of my life. From the moment I opened my eyes till the moment I closed them I smiled and smiled. When I got into my dress and my hair and make up was done, I was so happy with myself. I was so glad that I had put in the effort that I put in. On the day of my wedding I had lost 58lb in 18 months. Now I realise that is not going to win any Biggest Looser competitions or anything, but I managed to drop that weight, have a social life and still enjoy myself!!
But that wasn't the only reason that I was happy with myself. I was happy because all of our hard work and planning had come to an end and myself and himself were finally getting married! I was so excited. The most excited I've ever been in my life. And I wasn't the slightest bit nervous. I was antsy to get going - poor divils in the bridal party!! I had my poor mum awake at 6am - "Will we have tea?" I says to the darkened room... "Right so" she sighed in response, knowing full well there wasn't a hope in hell of getting me back to sleep!!! So tea it was. And because she's my mother, she got up and had tea with me - thus preventing me waking the rest of the bridal party and being hated for ever more!
I have the best and most beautiful bridesmaids, even if I do say so myself! I chose well. The girls were so good. They stayed up with me the night before while I chatted and let my nerves bubble over (I was nervous the night before alright, real nervous!). They watched as I ran around the room like a headless chicken packing and unpacking and putting things in piles and checking my lists and ticking them off. And the next morning the patiently put up with my restless energy, asking when was it time to get dressed, asking when was it time to have a glass of wine, asking what we will do next, asking, asking, asking - you get the picture!! Eventually, I was allowed to get dressed. I think I am one of the very few brides in this world that were ready an hour before they were to leave and still managed to be twenty minutes late (much to my annoyance!!) I am very lucky to have such great people in my life. The girls did a wonderful job looking after me! My advice to anyone picking a bridesmaid? Make sure it's someone you are comfortable enough with that you are happy to have them sit behind you on the top the toilet holding your dress up while another is in front of you holding you and the rest of your dress up while you are doing your business. Because that is most likely what will happen... Wedding dresses are beautiful, but the most impractical piece of clothing you will ever put on - apart from a veil. A veil is really really really impractial. Everyone stands on it, pulls at it, tugs at it. I couldn't wait to ditch that bad boy!!!
It was a day that I realised how lucky we were and what wonderful people our lives were filled with. We were both blessed to have grandparents in attendance! I had my mums mum and my dads mum and dad to help us celbrate and himself had his dads mum there too! I think we are very lucky. .. there are many in this world that don't even get to have their parents with them!
We both had some special peolple make it from Down Under. My beautiful little Aussie flew in the month before and she helped to make the day so lovely! She was a gift! Everyone that met her loved her!!!
Himslefs cousin surprised many by arriving the weekend before the wedding after a long long flight from Australia. He was a sight for sore eyes and really made our day! Especially for himself!
I could go on and on about our wedding day! To me, it was perfect. All I wanted and more... I married the love of my life in front of the people we love..
5 April 2013... the start of happy ever after!
Thursday, 9 May 2013
The purpose of the old blog was to keep me focused on my weight loss for the wedding and, for the most part, it really did. But it also helped me to laugh at myself, vent and get some things off my chest. So I am incredibly grateful for all that.
So goodbye Bride!! Say hello to the Wife!