Thursday is over!

And a much better day than yesterday… must be the alignment of the stars or some such, but I felt in a better mood, and better physically, than yesterday – despite having my deep sleep interrupted by the daughters boyfriend turning up on the doorstep due to locking himself out of his unit. Oh well, ce la vie.

 Went for a little waddle this morning to shake out the cobwebs, and did 5K without thinking too much about it. I like that distance, it’s comfy. It was slow – like halfa speed slow, but I wasn’t out to impress anyone. That killed my eating frenzy from yesterday, and I did pretty good today. I did have a little two pack of biscuits around afternoon tea time, but in my defence, I did turn down a piece of cherry chocolate gateau earlier in the day (my fav, I might add!). For lunch I had some carrot/sweet potato miso soup made last night (I ate it cold. Yup, I’m *that* lazy), and dinner was ‘spag bol’, made with buckwheat pasta. Considering I said I wasn’t hungry half an hour before, I inhaled the first bowl, then steamed some beans to go with the second bowl. I don’t know what he did to it, but it was delicious!

I was planning on having some yoghurt and berries for dessert, but I think tonight I’m going to listen to my body – and right now, it’s telling me it’s FULL!

Hopefully the scales will like me a bit more tomorrow, seeming as it’s weigh in day.

Wednesdays? Ugh. I hate em.

Today was just a big bleh from start to finish.

Woke up to a thunderstorm far too early – 0415 – and didn’t get back to sleep. By the time I got to work it was raining (and cold rain, very abnormal for here), and there was no way I was going out to do circuits in it. I don’t do lightning. And I hate wet feet. So, I did nothing… oh, except get the munchies. By lunchtime I had a headache, and I ate a hamburger cos I was at the shop. Then I ate my lunch, which was stew. I didn’t do any exercise because I was feeling angry and sorry for myself at the same time. I should’ve gone. *sigh*

After work, 4 painkillers dulled my head, and I really felt the need to get out and run, plus the lush of my life needed to clear his head, so we went to running club. As his 12yr old daughter was with us, we did the 2K track. She caned me. Do you have ANY idea how crap I feel after that? My only consolation is thinking if I weighed as much as she does, I’d run a lot faster too. She did really well, but… FML.

So, the kids got KFC for dinner. And I ate some chips. And then I had a bowl of soup. I’m not even fucking hungry, so I don’t know why I do it. I should just listen to my body – it will tell me when it’s hungry again. Needless to say, I am mega pissed with my gutless performance today, and know that I’m going to pay (and pay hard) tomorrow.

This has been a post.

Tuesday: Doneski!

Rose early with the intent that today was ‘Ride to Work’ day. Realised about 20 mins before leaving home that I have no lights for my bike – and it was still pitch black. After assessing the situation (ie googling the local sunrise time and the fact that people in Darwin rarely ride with helmets, let alone lights), we decided it was safe enough to ride in on the bike track, rather than the road (I don’t bounce well).

So off we set. The temperature was bearable, there was enough light to see the path (and oncoming cyclists without lights!), and it was lovely. Got to work in a reasonable time, and did a slow 5K run for PT. Tried my first informal spin class at lunchtime, and have decided that there is no way I will EVER enjoy that crap. All the water I imbibed after my ride and run – gone. It wasn’t even hard, and I was struggling. I will do better next time, now that I know what it involves, and yes, I WILL do it again. But I won’t like it. Oh, and then we did 8 minute abs after that, just so we could feel REALLY incompetent and unfit! *sigh*

My day was spent largely avoiding work again. I’m now pretty much down to counting how many hours I can get away with it, and I spent some of those hours looking into triathalons. I’ve decided I’d like to do a ‘try-tri’ – there’s no way I could swim 750m, and I refuse to pay the association money for a one off thing, so I’ll make my own shit up. I’m good like that. The goal shall be to swim-bike-run, just to see how it feels. It’s supposed to be less strain on the body than single activities, and less injuries are sustained by triatheletes. Apparently. According to the bible Wikipedia anyway – which is good enough for me! No idea of when said event shall occur or over what distances, I shall have to give it some more thought.

After my peaceful work day and early knock off, the lush of my life and I set out on our return trip. Given that it was pleasant enough this morning, there was no reason to think that it wouldn’t be similar on our return. Mhmm. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is where we went wrong. Not only did we have to take the long way (due to the side gate being closed due to the early departure time), it’s uphill. Not hugely, but that slow, slight, never fucking ending uphill that makes you want to rip the arms and legs off teddy bears. And to make matters worse, there was a strong headwind. Worse  still, it was a hot headwind. It was GROSS. The lovely ride we had this morning, was uphill for large straights – didn’t even notice the downhill on the way in, that’s how slight it was. Sure as shit wasn’t that slight on the way home!

Anyway, we beat the storm home. It started to spit as we pulled into the house, and that’s actually all it did. For all it’s piss and blustery bullshit, there wasn’t a decent drop of rain in it.

Darwin is SUCH a funny place. I love it here.

 

Monday- check!

That’s Monday, over and nearly out.
Had a successful day today; waddle in the AM, avoided work till lunch, circuits during lunch, managed to skive in the afternoon- had an early mark (yep, I even count an hour off as early!), a fantastic shopping trip with a new meal plan, and a delicious omelette for dinner.
And the diet dood will be seeing me next week as opposed to tomorrow. Great news for me!

I think it was a great day – although I really will have to work tomorrow. Probably. Maybe.

Funny thing…

One of the ladies at work has asked me to beat her ass into shape this year. I think it’s funny, particularly as I have the will power of a chocolate frog. If it wasn’t for my friend asking me to go to the gym with her, I think I’d not be so keen. Sure I can work out a few circuits to do for 40 minutes at lunchtime… and hopefully the gym meisters will take over next week with their regular program of Circuits, MMA and Pilates at lunch.

I need to do more weight bearing exercises, so I think I’ll look up some of those now.

Sit rep

Lunch! The gluten free buns were a success, dispite being as bad for me as bread (I’ll just get grainy bread mix next time!), and the meat substitute (black bean) patties are still cooking… But they’re smelling damn good!

*Edit: The black bean patties were lacking in flavour. Completely and utterly, which is impressive, considering there was 3/4 onion, garlic, capsicum and curry powder in them. Texture wise, they were good. They stuck together well and had a good consistency – it was just the taste that was the issue… Dare say this can be rectified by using more vigorous helpings, as well as a sauce. Unfortunately we were out of chili sauce (do I LOOK psychic?!?), and the cumin powder had mould in it so had to be thrown out. Sad but true. I also think the mix needed to be halved (we’re not a family of four!), and there is definitely room for improvement before I post any kind of recipe for it. I’m glad I tried it.

Some people annoy me. Okay. That’s a lie. A lot of people annoy me.

The Townsville Bulletin (a regional Queensland daily paper) had an article in it today – about a woman who wanted to build a support network for her overweight 13yr old son – HERE

The comments received annoyed me – that she should be more disciplined with him and stop buying junk food, that there are hardly any overweight people in Townsville (and I beg to differ!), that they should walk for half an hour twice a day, and another that she should put him in sporting clubs.

Armchair experts piss me off. She asked for help, not lectures. I think it’s a fantastic idea what she’s trying to do, and sure there are plenty of options out there for her, but I think that having the network underlying it all before you start is the best way to go. Hell, every one of us have down days and need a little uplift, inspiration and encouragement every now and then. There is plenty of stuff written out there on the interwebs, and once you know where you’re safe looking (ie. no ‘wonder diets’ here pls. kthx), then you can get the information you need to make your own informed decisions.

So I wrote and told her so.

If I was there, I’d take him for some exercise. (I never realised I had that cruel PT teacher streak in me. I’d better have a rest…)