D Day minus 0.5

Okay, tonight we had a sort of a trial run for dinner – easy, cept I decided that I’d have a tablespoon of rice seeming as I won’t be having any for a month.

Kangaroo has a strong flavour, and it and the texture remind me of liver. The crush reckons it’s high in iron, but I don’t see why it would be any higher than any other meat… I’d look into it but I can’t be bothered right now. In a stir fry, it was yummy as!

Started to go for a run this morning, then got interupted at the 1k mark and had to turn around. My lungs hurt, and it wasn’t even cold air I was sucking in! 12 hours later I still feel like I’ve been kicked in the chest. Hoping that I’m not coming down with something, but I’ll stuff vitamin C and garlic tabs down my gullet just in case. LSD at work tomorrow, and running club tomorrow night. I really need to do something, because I felt better doing more. I liked having more energy and enthusiasm, so I’m going to get back there again. And I started last week.



Noo Shooz!

Decided that I can’t wait for a new pair of shoes any longer… you know how you put things off and put things off and all of a sudden it’s too late? Well, I’m nearly there. I knew they were getting a bit old, but they’re comfy. Until I did a 5k walk last week and ended up with a pressure blister – on looking it’s worn through the inside fabric. Right through. Baaaaaaad through.

But, I can’t run the City2Surf on the weekend with a new pair of shoes, because that would be a)dumb and b)dumb. So I’ve done some research (it’s the Libran in me), and worked out that I’m not paying $209 for my brand in Australia, I’ll import them from the States via Amazon.com for $88 – including postage.

Anyone who live in Oz will surely have heard the latest broohaha in the media about people buying stuff online to avoid GST (our goods and services tax), and the last I heard, the retailers were wanting the GST to be charged on imported items. So, even then I’d only end up paying $80 (minus the postage from the US), so how do they explain the other $120? Not that I’m calling them greedy mind – I’m sure the cost of overheads and wages in this country is crippling many smaller businesses.

Okay. I think they’re a bunch of greedy assholes, and I’ll be forever thankful that someone told me Amazon don’t just sell books anymore, and I’m looking forward to getting my new shoes (even if they are an insipid pastel colour. I shall love them all the same).

D Day minus 1

Okay. I can do this. I’m not even scared.

The more I look at what I eat and drink, the harder I think it’ll be. BUT… it’s not as hard as some, so I’m going to do it. It’s 30 freaking days. In the big scheme of things, that’s hardly anything. I am going to move more too. I’ve had trouble lately due to work/lazy ass/wanting to spend time with my crush, but I need to do something. Even 30 minutes a day is more than doing nothing.

I will get him to set up the treadmill and trainer downstairs now that the wet is over… people ASSURE me it NEVER rains during the dry.

We’ll see.

(as for the run this weekend? EEEP!!)

paeleo diet

We’re going to do it. It’s 30 days. It’s not too different from what we do now, but I will be kissing away diary (milk for coffee and cereal and yoghurt), grain (including rice, bread and cereal), and alcohol. *sigh* Most I can live with (ie no potatoes or sugar), but those three will be hard.

Oh well, at least it won’t be as hard as for some people. And it’s only 30 days…

Back in the groove

Starting today. I ran. Ish. More like ‘waddled with less grace than a goose’, but at least I went. It’s a good start, and I feel better just for having done it. With a bit of luck, the ickky fat feeling will go away very soon, and I shall be able to run the upcoming 12K City to Surf race in a few weeks (my very first entry!) without making too much of a dork of myself, before having to go away again for another 6 weeks of little excercise and too much food.

I think I’ll do things differently next time, like eating cos I have to, not because I’m worried the next meal may never turn up. I shall take some emergency supplies, and learn to relax about it all.

I was planning on going for another trot this afternoon, but it’s still a little hot out there for my liking (currently 31 degrees at half past 4), so I’ll see how I feel in another hour or so. I am on duty tomorrow, so no PT for me. I did get myself some little sparring gloves, so I’m going to try them out on Tuesday at lunchtime, come hell or bloody high water!


I wrote a post yesterday, and it’s vanished!!

I wrote about how I was back, and how I ate too much while I was away, and how much I was looking forward to getting back on the straight and narrow… and it’s gone!

I would say it was possibly the most eloquant work I’d ever done, but that would be complete and utter bullshit. I ate mint timtams and drank beer and wine to celebrate my homecoming. I know I put on weight, and don’t feel the urge to punish myself by knowing how much, so I’m staying away from the scales.

Today will be a day of cleaning up, refurbishing and loving my family. Some excercise, some good food and a movie are also on the agenda. Oh, and catching up on all the sex I didn’t get while I was away too.



I have a sneaking suspicion that this month will be a complete write off.

I have courses, I am coming down with a cold (mega amazing sneezing followed by that ‘where the hell did my head just fly off to’ feeling), and I’ll be in the field (and most likely incommunicado) for two weeks of it. Well. We’ll have to see what happens.

In honour of the momentous occasion today of the death of Bin Laden, there have been several drinks, and not a lot of excercise. I shall have to make sure I do something every night this week, as I shan’t be doing anything at work until Friday. And I liked it so much better when I was doing stuff. Life was easier, and things were less hectic.