Thursday, 30 July 2015
As I was saying, not the greatest day, but we got through it. On Tuesday night I set myself a challenge of completing 8,000 steps. When I realised that I wasn't actually going to get out of the house, I wondered how on earth I was going to achieve that trapped inside my little duplex. Old me (Me from Sunday 26 July 2015!) would have just said "Ah Feck it. Lets sit down on the couch together and eat our weight in chocolate". But new me (born Monday 27 July 2015) got creative... Today's weight loss assistants were these bad boys; my dumbells and the two steps out to my balcony.
While they are not the heaviest weights in the world, they are a starting point. The greatest amount of assistance came from the two steps. I used these as the smallest stair master ever. It's a good job we are not overlooked, because if we were I'm pretty sure my neighbors would think I had lost my mind bobbing up and down on them throughout the day.
I decided that to achieve my goal, I would spend a minimum of 10 to 15 minutes of every hour moving. So I spent a lot of time going up and down these steps like a crazy person stuck on some sort of a loop! But it worked, and I more than achieved my goal because I actually completed a grand total of 12,589 steps for the whole day. Which was 112 minutes of activity! I didn't just go up and down these steps 12,589 times, I also got out for a little run. Imagine how boring a workout would be if you just went up and down a couple of steps that amount of times?
My sick little Dolly sat on the couch watching me and laughing her little head off at me, which was great cause at least she was laughing and not crying, or looking to be on my hip. These steps are hard work, but harder with a 15 month old sat on your hip pulling your glasses off your face....
Operation Skinny Bitch (name courtesy of Himself), is underway...
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
Monday, 27 July 2015
I have finally run out of tomorrow's. There are no more left. The time has arrived to grab the bull by the tubby horns and get my ass back to class!
Today I returned to weight watchers.
I finally ran out of excuses (just haven't the time/money/energy). I had been building myself up to going back the first week in August. I picked that date and decided I was sticking to it. But, me being me, also decided that every day between this and that would be my last supper of (insert unhealthy sugary fatty food here)...
I was getting out of control. Every meal was my last supper. At the rate I was going they would have had to call Dublin Zoo for a lend of their reinforced gigantic elephant weighing scales! Last Thursday, I am ashamed to say, I ate 3 jam donuts. .. THREE! not all in one go, but definitely within a 12 hour period (am being very very generous with that time period here!)
Anyway! After a weekend of lovely food that I love, I decided that it was time to get back on the wagon before the bank holiday came and went and I was 100 stone and needed a forklift to get me out of my house.
So I am set. I have all my fruits and veggies and lunches for the next three days prepared and ready to go! Mason jar salads is what I've got going on this week! There's a spinach, goats cheese and parma ham salad with balsamic dressing, a mango salsa with sweet chili prawns and noodles and a lovely tomato and basil orzo salad with parmesan cheese and spinach.
Big thanks to my wonderful leader Nicola who, as always, welcomed me back like a long lost friend and made me feel so good about making the decision to return to her fold!