It was a dull weekend. I was on call and this meant NO lie-ins (very traumatic) and being flat-bound from first thing Saturday to Sunday morning. But I have been pretty true to my resolutions about diet. I don't diet so hard at weekends but I ate carefully and frugally. I also did arm weights twice. Of course, that's meant I keep thinking "I wonder if I can get in that [insert skirt/jacket of choice] yet" - er, duh! It is (sadly) going to take a bit longer than that. And that's if I get there at all. My mind leaps ahead and so I'm constantly disappointed by my trudging slow progress. I know it's ridiculous. I wish my life away and yet I can't bear to be me at the moment.
On the other hand, I grudgingly bought a version of a skirt I can't get into in the larger size (on ebay). As cheap as it was, this feels defeatist and I feel a bit ashamed. I am just hoping it may cause sod's law to kick in and my weight to therefore plummit. This state of uncertainty about what I will be able to wear on holiday is causing me some anxiety. Just must head off those feelings leading me food-wards.
Well, this weekend should help. We have what my friend calls a weight -loss summit. It's me, friend with PhD in anti-fatter, who's been overweight and is now slim but can't take her eye off the ball (I'm not the ball by the way, no matter my superficial resemblance!) and super positive friend who's in the process of blasting her pounds away with determination and energy. Yep, that would make me the dunce of the class. But! I am hoping I can learn much from these women and turn their tips and experiences into a positive outcome for me.
This week I was hoping - and dreading - to cycle 4 times. Dreading because I'm not sure I'm physically up to 4 days in a row - which it would have been. Anyway, the marvellous British weather has put pay to that with thunderstorms promised on Thursday. So, 3 cycle rides and a tight grip on calories. I'm hoping for a stellar loss on Friday though.
And I'm hungry and about to cycle nearly 9 miles. Do I eat a 70cal cereal bar which would take me to c1320cals for today or do I grit my teeth and try and ride it out? Literally and figuratively... I may succumb because a) it's not for any reason other than hunger, b) I got the shakes cycling home a couple of weeks ago and it was NOT nice and c) I'm not convinced that a corn on the cob is 148 cals which is what it's currently showing as on my Food Focus plan.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Friday, 14 August 2009
Grande Bretagne - nil points
Those scores on the doors - even heavier than I thought. 2lbs more than my worst case scenario. Now, I know I'm quite coy about my weight but there are people who are not friends-in-fat who could read this blog. As it happens, I don't think the 3 close friends I told about this blog who aren't f-i-f read it any more, but still.... It's certainly nothing to be proud of.
Let's set it in context then. Last summer, after another go at Lighter Life I got to my lowest weight. I was starting to feel, if not slim, then normal. I was talking to naughty R last night, henceforth to be known as My Naughty Little Sister in homage to a childhood book (she isn't really related to me - it would be too cruel for her to have got all the gorgeous genes), who called this my 'comfort weight' which is exactly how it feels - the place where although I still want to lose plenty, I don't feel like a tub of lard on chubby legs and can be more emotionally relaxed about it all. Then there is the weight I was when I finished LL the first time. And then there's now - now is 1st2lbs heavier than when I finished LL and 1st12lbs heavier than that comfort weight.
And now I really have to put my back into it before my holiday. As I was cycling in today, I was gloomily thinking that I couldn't even rely on a sudden initial drop from carbs/glycogen. And then I went over what I've eaten the last few days:
Tuesday (business trip day 1)
breakfast - glass of apple juice, cheese and mushroom omlette and a piece of melon eaten at high speed as I ran for the door as we had been going since 6am and were already over-running
mid morning - 3 chocolates, 1 biscuit and an ice cream (all tastings as part of trip)
lunch - most of a small pasty, 3/4 sandwich, piece of banana cake. And I hate bananas but it had a chocolate topping on - a sophisticated bitter chocolate topping (I don't like bitter chocolate but still, it was chocolate...)
mid afternoon - 3 biscuits
dinner - gin and low cal tonic, amuse bouches (v v tiny), goats cheese baked in pastry (part of which was burnt and I discarded) with a small salad, glass of red wine, beef with cabbage and borlotti beans (about 6!), teeny tiny rhubarb and strawberry crumble with clotted cream. All the portions were lilliputian which was good I guess.
Wednesday (business trip day 2)
breakfast - 2 croissants, piece of cheese, glass apple juice, coffee
mid-morning - green tea
lunch - 1 1/2 sandwiches, handful crisps, flapjack, strawberries with clotted cream
mid afternoon- evening - 3 biscuits, small packet nuts, 1/2 pack maltesers
late evening when I got home - 2 slices of crappy white toast with butter and marmite, glass V8, almost 1/2 tub marscapone, nectarine
Thursday (back in office)
breakfast - 40g granola, muller light yoghurt
mid morning - coffee, nectarine, mini twix
lunch - Pret chicken salad, 8 lychees
mid afternoon - cereal bar with cranberries, macadamias and dark chocolate. Then just before I cycled home a light Alpen bar (got shakes last time I cycled and it was very unpleasant)
dinner - corn cob, artichoke, Diet chef meal, some frozen yoghurt a la diet girl, 8 pistachios
So actually, the bread and sugary rubbish of Tuesday and Wednesday (and Monday night's dinner was 2 biscuits and a sachet of hot choc at midnight) might mean that I do have a slightly faster initial loss - here's hoping. I do feel quite bloated - cycling was slightly uncomfortable this morning so maybe that means my system is more upset... Or maybe I'm clutching at (cheese) straws.
Today will be:
breakfast - yoghurt and granola (this is my usual breakfast)
mid morning - nectarine
lunch - salad of c200cals and piece of fruit
mid afternoon - light alpen bar
dinner - diet chef meal, roast courgettes, remaining yoghurt a la DG.
I'll food focus this as sometimes I think I've had next to no calories only to have a nasty shock when I tot them up.
This weekend holds only one pitfall - lunch at Brogdale on Sunday. I can have soup to make up for it in the evening and I intend to plead for a healthy Saturday evening meal with bf. Yes to wine, no to pudding (a skinny cow ice cream for me instead). And plenty of pleas and prayers to the god of diets (a capricious and despotic deity).
Let's set it in context then. Last summer, after another go at Lighter Life I got to my lowest weight. I was starting to feel, if not slim, then normal. I was talking to naughty R last night, henceforth to be known as My Naughty Little Sister in homage to a childhood book (she isn't really related to me - it would be too cruel for her to have got all the gorgeous genes), who called this my 'comfort weight' which is exactly how it feels - the place where although I still want to lose plenty, I don't feel like a tub of lard on chubby legs and can be more emotionally relaxed about it all. Then there is the weight I was when I finished LL the first time. And then there's now - now is 1st2lbs heavier than when I finished LL and 1st12lbs heavier than that comfort weight.
And now I really have to put my back into it before my holiday. As I was cycling in today, I was gloomily thinking that I couldn't even rely on a sudden initial drop from carbs/glycogen. And then I went over what I've eaten the last few days:
Tuesday (business trip day 1)
breakfast - glass of apple juice, cheese and mushroom omlette and a piece of melon eaten at high speed as I ran for the door as we had been going since 6am and were already over-running
mid morning - 3 chocolates, 1 biscuit and an ice cream (all tastings as part of trip)
lunch - most of a small pasty, 3/4 sandwich, piece of banana cake. And I hate bananas but it had a chocolate topping on - a sophisticated bitter chocolate topping (I don't like bitter chocolate but still, it was chocolate...)
mid afternoon - 3 biscuits
dinner - gin and low cal tonic, amuse bouches (v v tiny), goats cheese baked in pastry (part of which was burnt and I discarded) with a small salad, glass of red wine, beef with cabbage and borlotti beans (about 6!), teeny tiny rhubarb and strawberry crumble with clotted cream. All the portions were lilliputian which was good I guess.
Wednesday (business trip day 2)
breakfast - 2 croissants, piece of cheese, glass apple juice, coffee
mid-morning - green tea
lunch - 1 1/2 sandwiches, handful crisps, flapjack, strawberries with clotted cream
mid afternoon- evening - 3 biscuits, small packet nuts, 1/2 pack maltesers
late evening when I got home - 2 slices of crappy white toast with butter and marmite, glass V8, almost 1/2 tub marscapone, nectarine
Thursday (back in office)
breakfast - 40g granola, muller light yoghurt
mid morning - coffee, nectarine, mini twix
lunch - Pret chicken salad, 8 lychees
mid afternoon - cereal bar with cranberries, macadamias and dark chocolate. Then just before I cycled home a light Alpen bar (got shakes last time I cycled and it was very unpleasant)
dinner - corn cob, artichoke, Diet chef meal, some frozen yoghurt a la diet girl, 8 pistachios
So actually, the bread and sugary rubbish of Tuesday and Wednesday (and Monday night's dinner was 2 biscuits and a sachet of hot choc at midnight) might mean that I do have a slightly faster initial loss - here's hoping. I do feel quite bloated - cycling was slightly uncomfortable this morning so maybe that means my system is more upset... Or maybe I'm clutching at (cheese) straws.
Today will be:
breakfast - yoghurt and granola (this is my usual breakfast)
mid morning - nectarine
lunch - salad of c200cals and piece of fruit
mid afternoon - light alpen bar
dinner - diet chef meal, roast courgettes, remaining yoghurt a la DG.
I'll food focus this as sometimes I think I've had next to no calories only to have a nasty shock when I tot them up.
This weekend holds only one pitfall - lunch at Brogdale on Sunday. I can have soup to make up for it in the evening and I intend to plead for a healthy Saturday evening meal with bf. Yes to wine, no to pudding (a skinny cow ice cream for me instead). And plenty of pleas and prayers to the god of diets (a capricious and despotic deity).
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Absolutely flabulous
So, a post is overdue. If someone whose blog I'm following stops posting, I tend to fear the worst. I'm sure that's not always true but that's what I fear - and maybe says more about me than them. It's certainly only partially true for me. I've had a particularly frantic time at work, culminating in a 2 day business trip that I'd organised. This meant too little sleep, erratic eating (one night a 3 course meal, another just a small pack of nuts, 2 biscuits and instant hot chocolate (not nice)). And no cycling but being on my feet and running around all day expending lots of nervous energy. Actually, if nervous energy were at all effective at weight loss I'd have to be eating deep fried mars bars to keep myself filling out my size 0s. Really.
As it is, I feel fat. I feel frumpy, lumpy, dumpy. I haven't dared weigh myself for a while as it feels like just one more thing I can't cope with, haven't got time to give attention to. But - as I emailed to a friend earlier - I have to get a grip. And sadly, there's fistfuls of it (flab) to grip.
Despite a gruelling few days I cycled today and it feels like it could be the beginning of a time of relative calm and control. In fact it has to be - we've booked our holiday to Turkey and we fly on 21 September. I reckon I'll have to lose a stone to be the same as I was when I went there 2 years ago - and I felt fat and lumpen then. I had thought that post Lighter Life, life in a swimsuit would be less painful. Not a bit of it. Or not then - and so therefore not now, now that I'm even heavier. I need to have a good crack at losing as much as possible - I have 5 weeks. Realistically 10lbs would be a good effort (especially with my birthday in this time) but I'm not happy with that. Could I lose 3lbs a week and make it a stone? Knowing my track record, probably not and even the 2lbs is probably ambitious. I guess the weigh in tomorrow is even more of a necessity to know where I am now and what I have to do to either match that (unsatisfactory) weight of 2 years ago - or to get under that (ideally).
In the meantime, this is my action plan:
1) Cycling as often as possible - at least 3 times a week, 4 or even 5 if I can
2) Calorie counting (Lesley - think this is a must for me or I start sneaking stuff in and kidding myself that it doesn't matter. It always adds up to more than I think it will (unlike my pay packet sadly!). 1200-1300 cals Mon-Fri, a nice but restrained dinner with bf on Saturday, a bit of a hybrid on Sunday.
3) Hand weights 3-4 times a week to address the bingo wings. Plus friend-with-PhD-in-weightloss reckons it might help my sluggish tortoise of a metabolism.
Anything I'm missing? Grateful for all thoughts/tips....
A quick post for now and scores on the doors tomorrow. And possibly some time and thought given to Mrs L's question about what living the skinny dream actually means.
As it is, I feel fat. I feel frumpy, lumpy, dumpy. I haven't dared weigh myself for a while as it feels like just one more thing I can't cope with, haven't got time to give attention to. But - as I emailed to a friend earlier - I have to get a grip. And sadly, there's fistfuls of it (flab) to grip.
Despite a gruelling few days I cycled today and it feels like it could be the beginning of a time of relative calm and control. In fact it has to be - we've booked our holiday to Turkey and we fly on 21 September. I reckon I'll have to lose a stone to be the same as I was when I went there 2 years ago - and I felt fat and lumpen then. I had thought that post Lighter Life, life in a swimsuit would be less painful. Not a bit of it. Or not then - and so therefore not now, now that I'm even heavier. I need to have a good crack at losing as much as possible - I have 5 weeks. Realistically 10lbs would be a good effort (especially with my birthday in this time) but I'm not happy with that. Could I lose 3lbs a week and make it a stone? Knowing my track record, probably not and even the 2lbs is probably ambitious. I guess the weigh in tomorrow is even more of a necessity to know where I am now and what I have to do to either match that (unsatisfactory) weight of 2 years ago - or to get under that (ideally).
In the meantime, this is my action plan:
1) Cycling as often as possible - at least 3 times a week, 4 or even 5 if I can
2) Calorie counting (Lesley - think this is a must for me or I start sneaking stuff in and kidding myself that it doesn't matter. It always adds up to more than I think it will (unlike my pay packet sadly!). 1200-1300 cals Mon-Fri, a nice but restrained dinner with bf on Saturday, a bit of a hybrid on Sunday.
3) Hand weights 3-4 times a week to address the bingo wings. Plus friend-with-PhD-in-weightloss reckons it might help my sluggish tortoise of a metabolism.
Anything I'm missing? Grateful for all thoughts/tips....
A quick post for now and scores on the doors tomorrow. And possibly some time and thought given to Mrs L's question about what living the skinny dream actually means.
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Chaos theory
I am the living proof of the chaos theory. No, I'm not talking about my hair or even my sentence construction (although perhaps I should be..) but numbers. Maths . And worse, calories.
On Monday I was off sick with a migraine. Despite feeling pretty grim, I was rather pleased when I woke from my drug induced sleep to find it was 1pm and I'd not eaten. I then had breakfast (yoghurt and granola) and some fruit and generally picked (at healthy stuff). Then I had to go to the dentists (dentist AND migraine -what a Monday!) and when I came back I thought I'd enter my food consumption in the ever severe Food Focus to check how many calories I had left for the day. I was umm-ing and uhh-ing about whether I'd even bother to eat my full 1200 cals - maybe I'd leave it at c900 cals (which is what FF tells me I must have if I am to lose 2lbs a week and have not exercised). Except! When I added in what I had eaten and what I intended to eat it added up to 1216 cals! Bah! Boo! Grr! I thought that as I'd skipped a meal I'd be quids (read cals) in but a cereal bar and some fruit meant otherwise. It's a salutory lesson. Sigh.
And I'm feeling rather down about the whole weight-loss marathon. It's feeling like a slog with no reward (which of course, is tempting me sugar-wards). I'm a maximum of 1lb down since my holiday of 3 weeks ago. Okay, my period is due at any moment but I can't believe it's going to make 5lbs difference. I cycled yesterday despite my usual pre-period exhaustion, telling myself grimly that I must be working all the harder to get in, feeling so tired and I would reap the rewards. I was c0.5lbs heavier today. I've even irked my mum by telling her I'm cycling to and from work on Friday before I go over to her house that night to get some extra exercise in. Feels a bit pointless at the moment...
I am seeing a friend tonight who is wise in the ways of weight loss - she's a double bonus because not only has she successfully lost her weight but she has a real interest in the subject. She still has to work at it and has my affliction of piling on weight when living in normals-ville. So she is wise but not smug and is really living the skinny dream (although she may not think so!), give or take the odd holiday - she's my role model. I'm hoping she has the answer but I think that might be putting on too much pressure!
On Monday I was off sick with a migraine. Despite feeling pretty grim, I was rather pleased when I woke from my drug induced sleep to find it was 1pm and I'd not eaten. I then had breakfast (yoghurt and granola) and some fruit and generally picked (at healthy stuff). Then I had to go to the dentists (dentist AND migraine -what a Monday!) and when I came back I thought I'd enter my food consumption in the ever severe Food Focus to check how many calories I had left for the day. I was umm-ing and uhh-ing about whether I'd even bother to eat my full 1200 cals - maybe I'd leave it at c900 cals (which is what FF tells me I must have if I am to lose 2lbs a week and have not exercised). Except! When I added in what I had eaten and what I intended to eat it added up to 1216 cals! Bah! Boo! Grr! I thought that as I'd skipped a meal I'd be quids (read cals) in but a cereal bar and some fruit meant otherwise. It's a salutory lesson. Sigh.
And I'm feeling rather down about the whole weight-loss marathon. It's feeling like a slog with no reward (which of course, is tempting me sugar-wards). I'm a maximum of 1lb down since my holiday of 3 weeks ago. Okay, my period is due at any moment but I can't believe it's going to make 5lbs difference. I cycled yesterday despite my usual pre-period exhaustion, telling myself grimly that I must be working all the harder to get in, feeling so tired and I would reap the rewards. I was c0.5lbs heavier today. I've even irked my mum by telling her I'm cycling to and from work on Friday before I go over to her house that night to get some extra exercise in. Feels a bit pointless at the moment...
I am seeing a friend tonight who is wise in the ways of weight loss - she's a double bonus because not only has she successfully lost her weight but she has a real interest in the subject. She still has to work at it and has my affliction of piling on weight when living in normals-ville. So she is wise but not smug and is really living the skinny dream (although she may not think so!), give or take the odd holiday - she's my role model. I'm hoping she has the answer but I think that might be putting on too much pressure!
Friday, 24 July 2009
Truth is stranger than fiction
Oh! AND another thing - grrrr.
I'm reading a book called East of the Sun (http://www.amazon.co.uk/East-Sun-Julia-Gregson/dp/1409102513/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1248453359&sr=1-1). And I guess I was overly identifying with a charactor called Tor who is a bit overweight and a bit over-eager and clumsy and knows all this and agonises about it. And then there's a section where she loses weight and becomes more popular - I let that pass - and then she piles on the weight until she's fatter than she's ever been. So much so when she eventually plucks up the courage to climb on the scales, she's absolutely devastated and horrified to find out the awful truth ....... she weighs 11 stone. Yes, that's right, a shocking 11 stone. And she's tall. It's so annoying I could scream.
Eleven.
Sodding.
Stone.
I'm reading a book called East of the Sun (http://www.amazon.co.uk/East-Sun-Julia-Gregson/dp/1409102513/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1248453359&sr=1-1). And I guess I was overly identifying with a charactor called Tor who is a bit overweight and a bit over-eager and clumsy and knows all this and agonises about it. And then there's a section where she loses weight and becomes more popular - I let that pass - and then she piles on the weight until she's fatter than she's ever been. So much so when she eventually plucks up the courage to climb on the scales, she's absolutely devastated and horrified to find out the awful truth ....... she weighs 11 stone. Yes, that's right, a shocking 11 stone. And she's tall. It's so annoying I could scream.
Eleven.
Sodding.
Stone.
Scrapes
I forgot to add in a point about health in my 'count your blessings' post yesterday:
8) Health - yes, I have a headache almost every day BUT it rarely stops me doing what I want to do and I'm kind of used to it
I had to go to the walk in centre today to have my dressing on my helter-skelter wound (a large friction burn). I was explaining that I had developed an allergy to the sticky stuff on the wound pads when I'd fallen off my bike. Then I paused and thought about how that sounded - I was there because I'd hurt myself going down a helter-skelter and had recently fallen off my bike. Despite this, I was not actually 6 years old. Hmmmm.
I'm still not back in the diet groove. I did cycle in today - and am likely to be drowned going home - but after a good day eating yesterday I blew it when I had a spat with bf and ate a whole bag of Haribo strawberries that I'd bought to decorate my god-daughter's birthday cake. And today I've had a 180cal bag of crisps, a lb of greengages and 4 boiled sweets. It's not good, it's not clever and it has to stop.
8) Health - yes, I have a headache almost every day BUT it rarely stops me doing what I want to do and I'm kind of used to it
I had to go to the walk in centre today to have my dressing on my helter-skelter wound (a large friction burn). I was explaining that I had developed an allergy to the sticky stuff on the wound pads when I'd fallen off my bike. Then I paused and thought about how that sounded - I was there because I'd hurt myself going down a helter-skelter and had recently fallen off my bike. Despite this, I was not actually 6 years old. Hmmmm.
I'm still not back in the diet groove. I did cycle in today - and am likely to be drowned going home - but after a good day eating yesterday I blew it when I had a spat with bf and ate a whole bag of Haribo strawberries that I'd bought to decorate my god-daughter's birthday cake. And today I've had a 180cal bag of crisps, a lb of greengages and 4 boiled sweets. It's not good, it's not clever and it has to stop.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Reasons to be cheerful
I've been such a ginger whinger recently I thought I'd do a little 'count your blessings' post:
1) Bf - yes, he can be hyper-critical, sharp and tetchy BUT he is also clever, funny, interesting and can be very sweet and considerate (he drove an hour (and another back) to mow my mum's lawn whilst she and I were in Wales as he knew she'd be fretting about it AND he bought her flowers as well as me when we got back)
2) Home - yes, we appear to have a crack den upstairs (no, really!) and a stink of untrained and uncleared-up-after puppy from our neighbours BUT we overlook the river and the park which is as good as it gets in London
3) Work - yes, it can be stultifyingly dull BUT I also get to do some fun stuff too. And the people in my office are mostly really nice
4) Money - er, well, I'm broke BUT it won't always be like this (when I've paid some debts off hopefully) and I earn more than alot of people. And my job is reasonably secure. And money isn't everything, right?!
5) Appearance - hmm, it's getting harder... Well, I am undeniably both dumpy and frumpy BUT I have not given up - either with the weight or the clothes (which are, when I think about it, very connected). Yes, I get things wrong more often than I get them right BUT I do try and I haven't decended into elastic waists and drip-dry synthetics yet.
6) Friends - ahhhh, my friends are lovely. I don't see them as much as I'd like but I still feel very lucky here.
7) Family - errrr! My mum and I are very close, I'm quite fond of one of my brothers (the other is an alien species I'm afraid), two out of three of my neices are adorable and my nephew is adorable too. One sister in law is pretty nice (and pretty!), the other is the evil chav-in-law BUT she won't be part of our lives for ever. Oh no, I don't think she'll stick around. I lost my very beloved grandma (as in she died, not I misplaced her) a few years ago and I still miss her but I feel lucky to have had her as such a big part of my life. The other side are mad and bad and I'm better off without them.
On other matters, yesterday I turned into invisible girl on my cycle ride home and not one but two white vans reversed into me during the journey. It's only because I'm so cautious that I was some distance behind and managed to get out of the way. One actually hit me - only a bit - and he was very apologetic. I was stern but gracious. If I'd known I would be briefly invisible, I'd have done something more fun with my super powers.
So, that brings me to my action plan to deal with potential impending diet doom (yes, another set of numbers I'm afraid):
1) Cycle tomorrow unless it really is monsooning and just be careful. And not wussy/girly about getting wet.
2) If I can't cycle but I am going into the office for first thing, and it's not pouring, walk in the c3miles along the Thames path in my MBTs. I did this this morning even though I hate carrying them home because they are HUGE. I could feel it in my arse slightly though. What with the significant arse pain from cycling and now this, I ought to have an arse like a peach. Whereas currently it more closely resembles a peach cobbler. Sigh.
3) If I'm out at events, I will be on the go and dashing about and on my feet all day. This ought to help with the calorie burn but I mustn't get complacent. I've kind of got some of my county show treats out of my system which helps (not the skewer of strawberries and marshmallows passed though a chocolate fountain though - mmmmm - still very much in my system!)
4) Not use intervening days where I've been out and off diet and am about to be out and off diet as an excuse to eat off diet on 'normal' days. Days when I'm in my 'normal' life must be diet days - it must make a bit of a difference physically and it certainly will psychologically
5) Keep in mind at all times that we're likely to be going on holiday in late September and I don't want to look too much of a blimp.
1) Bf - yes, he can be hyper-critical, sharp and tetchy BUT he is also clever, funny, interesting and can be very sweet and considerate (he drove an hour (and another back) to mow my mum's lawn whilst she and I were in Wales as he knew she'd be fretting about it AND he bought her flowers as well as me when we got back)
2) Home - yes, we appear to have a crack den upstairs (no, really!) and a stink of untrained and uncleared-up-after puppy from our neighbours BUT we overlook the river and the park which is as good as it gets in London
3) Work - yes, it can be stultifyingly dull BUT I also get to do some fun stuff too. And the people in my office are mostly really nice
4) Money - er, well, I'm broke BUT it won't always be like this (when I've paid some debts off hopefully) and I earn more than alot of people. And my job is reasonably secure. And money isn't everything, right?!
5) Appearance - hmm, it's getting harder... Well, I am undeniably both dumpy and frumpy BUT I have not given up - either with the weight or the clothes (which are, when I think about it, very connected). Yes, I get things wrong more often than I get them right BUT I do try and I haven't decended into elastic waists and drip-dry synthetics yet.
6) Friends - ahhhh, my friends are lovely. I don't see them as much as I'd like but I still feel very lucky here.
7) Family - errrr! My mum and I are very close, I'm quite fond of one of my brothers (the other is an alien species I'm afraid), two out of three of my neices are adorable and my nephew is adorable too. One sister in law is pretty nice (and pretty!), the other is the evil chav-in-law BUT she won't be part of our lives for ever. Oh no, I don't think she'll stick around. I lost my very beloved grandma (as in she died, not I misplaced her) a few years ago and I still miss her but I feel lucky to have had her as such a big part of my life. The other side are mad and bad and I'm better off without them.
On other matters, yesterday I turned into invisible girl on my cycle ride home and not one but two white vans reversed into me during the journey. It's only because I'm so cautious that I was some distance behind and managed to get out of the way. One actually hit me - only a bit - and he was very apologetic. I was stern but gracious. If I'd known I would be briefly invisible, I'd have done something more fun with my super powers.
So, that brings me to my action plan to deal with potential impending diet doom (yes, another set of numbers I'm afraid):
1) Cycle tomorrow unless it really is monsooning and just be careful. And not wussy/girly about getting wet.
2) If I can't cycle but I am going into the office for first thing, and it's not pouring, walk in the c3miles along the Thames path in my MBTs. I did this this morning even though I hate carrying them home because they are HUGE. I could feel it in my arse slightly though. What with the significant arse pain from cycling and now this, I ought to have an arse like a peach. Whereas currently it more closely resembles a peach cobbler. Sigh.
3) If I'm out at events, I will be on the go and dashing about and on my feet all day. This ought to help with the calorie burn but I mustn't get complacent. I've kind of got some of my county show treats out of my system which helps (not the skewer of strawberries and marshmallows passed though a chocolate fountain though - mmmmm - still very much in my system!)
4) Not use intervening days where I've been out and off diet and am about to be out and off diet as an excuse to eat off diet on 'normal' days. Days when I'm in my 'normal' life must be diet days - it must make a bit of a difference physically and it certainly will psychologically
5) Keep in mind at all times that we're likely to be going on holiday in late September and I don't want to look too much of a blimp.
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