Saturday, 31 March 2012
*hic
oh-oh, tipsy again. Well what's a girl to do when it's Friday night? Luckily it's 'cheat day' tomorrow, but considering the crap I ate today, it really shouldn't be. Time for a pint of water and then bed. As Scarlett said: "tomorrow is another day"...
Friday, 30 March 2012
Off the wagon...
...and straight into the lard. I think I've pretty much confirmed my own suspicions that mid-week drinkies lead to morning-after pig outs and, MAN, have I pigged out!
But back to last night. I've also come to the realisation that post-work nights out are a completely different ball game now I'm a director. I joined my company as an office junior seven years ago and for the most part, nights out have been pretty much carefree, if not a little messy. Since I recruited office juniors of my own, however, something's changed. I shouldn't be surprised I suppose, but the funny thing is that although I've been constantly moving up the ladder, the change has only happened in the last month or so.
This is the pattern that's happened the last few times:
First couple of drinks: everyone's relatively sober, chatty, inoffensive and it's a nice social affair without hierarchy. The main topic is those general work gripes that everyone joins in with. Feels like we're all in it together etc etc. Nothing's changed here, it's always been like this. So far, so good.
Three or four drinks: people start filtering off (mainly the drivers and mums) leaving the people who live in town to carry on the party. People start revealing what they really think of each other (usually about those who've left). The usual work gripes turn into individual work issues and worries about certain projects, careers or working relationships with bosses or clients. Again, this is entirely usual for a night out, but now the dynamic has changed. Instead of it being a chat, it's now a review - I've had four large glasses of Pinot and they actually want proper grown up advice rather than the usual sincere and drunken assertions that they're bloody brilliant, anyone would be lucky to have them and they should just tell any haters to screw themselves. And the ridiculous rumours start to surface, the ones you can't believe anyone fell for let alone got upset about, such as 'Jackie told everyone you said she was your favourite'. I mean COME. ON!
After quite a few drinks: Picture the scene - my junior is loudly introducing me to all her friends as her boss (that still weirds me out. One mention of being a boss in a social setting and I start to feel like a complete corporate dork) and keeps butting in to conversation to say that really likes me and to tell me which individual instances of my management she's particularly liked so far. All very nice, but all rather awkward. Another colleague is slowly getting off her face and keeps stroking my arm in order to get my attention every time someone else speaks to me. She suddenly bursts into tears and keeps saying she's terrible at her job, the MD hates her, she's ugly and disgusting, and I need to help her. All this forces me to be rationale and supportive, again not in the drunken you're-bloody-brilliant-you-are kind of a way, but in a more constructive let's-look-at-x-client-together-tomorrow and see how we can improve things together kind of a way.
The evening ended with the junior earnestly asking me if it was ok for her to go off and have sex with a guy (yes, she actually phrased it 'is it OK to for me to have sex') and the cryer getting so battered she could barely talk (small mercies), literally ricocheting from wall to wall when she attempted to walk. I had to wrestle her phone off her to get her fella to come and pick her up, but not before pretty much carrying her through the bar to the unsupportive jeers of other drinkers.
She tells me that when she reached home she stumbled out of the car and fell into a bush. She's got scratches all down her side.
And do you know what the kicker is? Not so long ago, those two examples of hideous, embarrassing drunken behaviour would have been me all over. Only a couple of years ago I fractured my ankle falling off a stage where I was dancing at an awards do. Not my best moment, admittedly, and I would be mortified if I'd behaved the way my colleagues did last night, but being the designated adult every time is simply no fun. I'm actually a little envious that they came into work this morning completely shame-free and nursing god awful hangovers.
And this brings me to my own post-drinks shame - although I felt sober by the time I got home, I still got the morning-after munchies: toast and a chocolate bar for breakfast, a chicken slice, prawn salad and chocolate cornflake square for lunch and, randomly, a sausage roll, two mini pork pies, a packet of Wotsits and a Twirl just sitting in my bag because in my wide-eyed scavenge for food I honestly thought I could eat all those other things too!
I feel sick from the crap I've eaten and guilty for not having the willpower to make more sensible choices. I need to get a grip and get back on track before this runs into a habit. In fact, can I get a do-over? Hold the wine this time...
But back to last night. I've also come to the realisation that post-work nights out are a completely different ball game now I'm a director. I joined my company as an office junior seven years ago and for the most part, nights out have been pretty much carefree, if not a little messy. Since I recruited office juniors of my own, however, something's changed. I shouldn't be surprised I suppose, but the funny thing is that although I've been constantly moving up the ladder, the change has only happened in the last month or so.
This is the pattern that's happened the last few times:
First couple of drinks: everyone's relatively sober, chatty, inoffensive and it's a nice social affair without hierarchy. The main topic is those general work gripes that everyone joins in with. Feels like we're all in it together etc etc. Nothing's changed here, it's always been like this. So far, so good.
Three or four drinks: people start filtering off (mainly the drivers and mums) leaving the people who live in town to carry on the party. People start revealing what they really think of each other (usually about those who've left). The usual work gripes turn into individual work issues and worries about certain projects, careers or working relationships with bosses or clients. Again, this is entirely usual for a night out, but now the dynamic has changed. Instead of it being a chat, it's now a review - I've had four large glasses of Pinot and they actually want proper grown up advice rather than the usual sincere and drunken assertions that they're bloody brilliant, anyone would be lucky to have them and they should just tell any haters to screw themselves. And the ridiculous rumours start to surface, the ones you can't believe anyone fell for let alone got upset about, such as 'Jackie told everyone you said she was your favourite'. I mean COME. ON!
After quite a few drinks: Picture the scene - my junior is loudly introducing me to all her friends as her boss (that still weirds me out. One mention of being a boss in a social setting and I start to feel like a complete corporate dork) and keeps butting in to conversation to say that really likes me and to tell me which individual instances of my management she's particularly liked so far. All very nice, but all rather awkward. Another colleague is slowly getting off her face and keeps stroking my arm in order to get my attention every time someone else speaks to me. She suddenly bursts into tears and keeps saying she's terrible at her job, the MD hates her, she's ugly and disgusting, and I need to help her. All this forces me to be rationale and supportive, again not in the drunken you're-bloody-brilliant-you-are kind of a way, but in a more constructive let's-look-at-x-client-together-tomorrow and see how we can improve things together kind of a way.
The evening ended with the junior earnestly asking me if it was ok for her to go off and have sex with a guy (yes, she actually phrased it 'is it OK to for me to have sex') and the cryer getting so battered she could barely talk (small mercies), literally ricocheting from wall to wall when she attempted to walk. I had to wrestle her phone off her to get her fella to come and pick her up, but not before pretty much carrying her through the bar to the unsupportive jeers of other drinkers.
She tells me that when she reached home she stumbled out of the car and fell into a bush. She's got scratches all down her side.
And do you know what the kicker is? Not so long ago, those two examples of hideous, embarrassing drunken behaviour would have been me all over. Only a couple of years ago I fractured my ankle falling off a stage where I was dancing at an awards do. Not my best moment, admittedly, and I would be mortified if I'd behaved the way my colleagues did last night, but being the designated adult every time is simply no fun. I'm actually a little envious that they came into work this morning completely shame-free and nursing god awful hangovers.
And this brings me to my own post-drinks shame - although I felt sober by the time I got home, I still got the morning-after munchies: toast and a chocolate bar for breakfast, a chicken slice, prawn salad and chocolate cornflake square for lunch and, randomly, a sausage roll, two mini pork pies, a packet of Wotsits and a Twirl just sitting in my bag because in my wide-eyed scavenge for food I honestly thought I could eat all those other things too!
I feel sick from the crap I've eaten and guilty for not having the willpower to make more sensible choices. I need to get a grip and get back on track before this runs into a habit. In fact, can I get a do-over? Hold the wine this time...
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
NHS Direct and The Biggest Loser
No no, I'm not referring to my self as 'a loser' after calling the NHS about my odd abdominal noises, but it's not far off. After registering my symptoms with the telephonist, she advised a nurse would call me back within 10 hours.
I think 10 hours is fair considering the non-urgent nature of the call, but nevertheless, it's quite a long period of time to spend staring at your phone (as you inevitably do when you're expecting someone to call). Anyway, five hours later my iPhone starts ringing (very loudly as I've cranked the volume up to maximum to make extra sure I can hear it) and.... it promptly switches itself off before I can answer the bloody thing! Argh!
That iPhone is a highly advanced piece of technology that can send emails and tweets, get me onto facebook, hold apps for just about everything and do all kinds of weird and wonderful things, but it can't handle the basic function of a phone.
So all I'm left with is a slightly peeved message from a nurse who probably thinks I hung up on her. The call's technically been dealt with, she says, so if I still need their services I'll need to call back. And wait another 10 hours?! Noooo.
So there you go, that was my slightly pointless NHS Direct adventure. All in all I think they did a grand job considering I called them about gurgling.
Oh yes, and last night I also watched The Biggest Loser (UK) grand finale. I ruddy love that programme. I started off raging against it, shaking my head about the fact it was promoting super fast weight loss that's unachievable for most overweight people. At least the people who have full time jobs and don't have nutritionists and personal trainers barking at them for 8 hours a day, anyway. I mean, they started off losing 1 or 2 stones in the first week. And after that anything less than a 7lb loss was seen as a failure. In a week?! Christ, I'd be expecting a fanfare if I lost that in a month!
Tell a fat person they can lose weight that fast and you might as well give them a tonne of cake and say 'hey, it's Ok - you can eat that now because I've seen people shed a stone in a week. It's possible, so you'll be size zero in no time - when you want to do it, of course. For now, you can just eat that cake.'
But a few episodes in and you do realise that these lardy people are actually becoming incredibly fit, even if they are still big. And the organisers do make them carry on the program for 16 weeks after the initial 8-week bootcamp before they do the final, which I guess is the most responsible way of making sure they carry on their new lifestyles in the long term.
Watching the final last night, I was so blown away by what they achieved. But the thing that stuck with me is that stroppy ol' Jessie, who I didn't like much, went from 18st 11lb - which is at least 6 stone heavier than me, to an amazing 11st 3lbs, which frankly, is a weight I would kill for right now. And she looked HOT.
I saw these people as being way, way, way above my size and didn't connect my circumstances with theirs in the slightest. I thought people that are that big are bound to lose fairly significant amounts of weight quickly, but I didn't think any one of them would actually be thinner than me by the end of the series. When Jessie was asked how she'd lost so much weight, she commented that one of the trainers had told her that running was the best thing for weight loss, so she'd been running 5-10km EVERY DAY during the 16 weeks before the final, and that had contributed towards her losing a whopping 40% of her body weight by that final weigh in. That's incredible.
I've always said that I'm not a runner. Back in the day, I used to be able to run for 15 minutes, but that was years ago and even with my brief stint with a personal trainer this year, half a mile was a struggle. But if Jessie can bloody do it, then so can I. I might not have liked Jessie as a contestant, but I definitely admire her for what she's achieved and, surprisingly enough, I think she's going to be just the inspiration I needed to get myself running.
I think 10 hours is fair considering the non-urgent nature of the call, but nevertheless, it's quite a long period of time to spend staring at your phone (as you inevitably do when you're expecting someone to call). Anyway, five hours later my iPhone starts ringing (very loudly as I've cranked the volume up to maximum to make extra sure I can hear it) and.... it promptly switches itself off before I can answer the bloody thing! Argh!
That iPhone is a highly advanced piece of technology that can send emails and tweets, get me onto facebook, hold apps for just about everything and do all kinds of weird and wonderful things, but it can't handle the basic function of a phone.
So all I'm left with is a slightly peeved message from a nurse who probably thinks I hung up on her. The call's technically been dealt with, she says, so if I still need their services I'll need to call back. And wait another 10 hours?! Noooo.
So there you go, that was my slightly pointless NHS Direct adventure. All in all I think they did a grand job considering I called them about gurgling.
Oh yes, and last night I also watched The Biggest Loser (UK) grand finale. I ruddy love that programme. I started off raging against it, shaking my head about the fact it was promoting super fast weight loss that's unachievable for most overweight people. At least the people who have full time jobs and don't have nutritionists and personal trainers barking at them for 8 hours a day, anyway. I mean, they started off losing 1 or 2 stones in the first week. And after that anything less than a 7lb loss was seen as a failure. In a week?! Christ, I'd be expecting a fanfare if I lost that in a month!
Tell a fat person they can lose weight that fast and you might as well give them a tonne of cake and say 'hey, it's Ok - you can eat that now because I've seen people shed a stone in a week. It's possible, so you'll be size zero in no time - when you want to do it, of course. For now, you can just eat that cake.'
But a few episodes in and you do realise that these lardy people are actually becoming incredibly fit, even if they are still big. And the organisers do make them carry on the program for 16 weeks after the initial 8-week bootcamp before they do the final, which I guess is the most responsible way of making sure they carry on their new lifestyles in the long term.
Watching the final last night, I was so blown away by what they achieved. But the thing that stuck with me is that stroppy ol' Jessie, who I didn't like much, went from 18st 11lb - which is at least 6 stone heavier than me, to an amazing 11st 3lbs, which frankly, is a weight I would kill for right now. And she looked HOT.
I saw these people as being way, way, way above my size and didn't connect my circumstances with theirs in the slightest. I thought people that are that big are bound to lose fairly significant amounts of weight quickly, but I didn't think any one of them would actually be thinner than me by the end of the series. When Jessie was asked how she'd lost so much weight, she commented that one of the trainers had told her that running was the best thing for weight loss, so she'd been running 5-10km EVERY DAY during the 16 weeks before the final, and that had contributed towards her losing a whopping 40% of her body weight by that final weigh in. That's incredible.
I've always said that I'm not a runner. Back in the day, I used to be able to run for 15 minutes, but that was years ago and even with my brief stint with a personal trainer this year, half a mile was a struggle. But if Jessie can bloody do it, then so can I. I might not have liked Jessie as a contestant, but I definitely admire her for what she's achieved and, surprisingly enough, I think she's going to be just the inspiration I needed to get myself running.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Oh the shame
The husband is demanding I call NHS Direct about the gurgling. I'll be honest, it's still going on and it does sound quite alarming but, y'know, it's gurgling. If I was on the other end of that line I'd struggle to keep a straight face. Anyway, here goes...
Off sick and feeling guilty
What is it about being off work sick that makes you feel so guilty?
It's a situation where you just can't win. I had a bout of bronchitis last year, and whilst I don't think bronchitis itself is contagious (it's a bacterial infection rather than a virus), when I dragged myself in to the office to take care of some urgent work a colleague actually wheeled away from her desk and brought her scarf up over her nose before I could even sit down. I was so ashamed, I grabbed the files I needed and went straight home feeling like the Elephant Man.
On the other hand, I felt awfully guilty calling in sick today - but why? I'm certainly in no fit state to go in today, and even if I did I'd just be passing round my virus. Yet, even though I'm genuinely ill, I feel the need to explain myself; perhaps provide some of the gory details about my symptoms or send a photo showing just how pale and crappy I look. And I couldn't even bring myself to sign off my round robin email without saying I'll be checking my emails if anything urgent comes in! Why?! Likelihood is I won't be able to do much from here and I'll have to delegate it to someone else anyway. It's madness.
In other news, I'm on day 3 of 'not being able to eat anything'. I tried some Complan yesterday, and although I kept most of it down I was up all night with the most horrendous gurgling innards. I mean, have you EVER been kept awake by what sounds like a leopard fight going on in a violent thunderstorm inside you?! It was so loud it woke the husband up several times. Freaky is an understatement.
It's a situation where you just can't win. I had a bout of bronchitis last year, and whilst I don't think bronchitis itself is contagious (it's a bacterial infection rather than a virus), when I dragged myself in to the office to take care of some urgent work a colleague actually wheeled away from her desk and brought her scarf up over her nose before I could even sit down. I was so ashamed, I grabbed the files I needed and went straight home feeling like the Elephant Man.
On the other hand, I felt awfully guilty calling in sick today - but why? I'm certainly in no fit state to go in today, and even if I did I'd just be passing round my virus. Yet, even though I'm genuinely ill, I feel the need to explain myself; perhaps provide some of the gory details about my symptoms or send a photo showing just how pale and crappy I look. And I couldn't even bring myself to sign off my round robin email without saying I'll be checking my emails if anything urgent comes in! Why?! Likelihood is I won't be able to do much from here and I'll have to delegate it to someone else anyway. It's madness.
In other news, I'm on day 3 of 'not being able to eat anything'. I tried some Complan yesterday, and although I kept most of it down I was up all night with the most horrendous gurgling innards. I mean, have you EVER been kept awake by what sounds like a leopard fight going on in a violent thunderstorm inside you?! It was so loud it woke the husband up several times. Freaky is an understatement.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Karma's a bitch, ain't it?
Urghhhhh. So days after getting loads of undeserved sympathy for essentially being hungover, here I am with a hideous real-life virus and I feel TERRIBLE. Every part of me aches and I can't keep anything down. Now, this says a lot about the mindset of a constant dieter, but whilst this is no fun at all, I can't help but see the bright side of not being able to eat anything - I mean, I'm bound to lose some weight, right?
That said, I'm also feeling really dizzy and I've just slept six hours straight through the day, inadvertently missing the sunniest and warmest day of the year so far.
What's more, I watched Contagion last night. Waking up with a virus the day after watching that is more than a little disturbing!
Anyway, cheat day yesterday was a success. After loading ourselves with bacon butties (such a treat!) we drove to Ludlow, which is a gorgeous little town famed for its annual food festival. We logged an impressive 8,000 steps just by exploring the castle, and an even more impressive 49 flights of steps. The little Fitbit must have been so proud! Then we ventured around the town for a while and came to the church, which has stunning stained glass windows and dates back to the 14th century. We climbed the 200 steps up to the top of the tower (adding even more to our total) and then... it all went a bit wrong. At 2.30pm, you're already pushing it for lunch and we made the mistake of deciding to travel to a pub half an hour away which was recommended on Tripadvisor. It stopped serving food at 3pm. Now mroe than a little hungry and expecting great things from a cheat day lunch, we set off towards Temple Wells, which was 20 minutes away from the doomed pub. By the time we got there, everywhere was shutting up, so we ended up having a dirty (and I mean dirty) fried meal from a grumpy chippy. Chips (horrible and soggy), a chicken and mushroom pie, a scallop and pollock in batter, all shared between two. I think we took cheat day to another level. But again, it wasn't satisfying and it certainly wasn't tasty.
After heading home, we arranged to meet with some friends to have a curry, wine and film night, hence the paranoia-inducing viewing of Contagion. The curry was amazeballs - set menu for 4 and we got poppadoms, various starters, 4 different mains, rice and naan. It brought cheat day back from the brink. Hurray for curry!
That said, I'm also feeling really dizzy and I've just slept six hours straight through the day, inadvertently missing the sunniest and warmest day of the year so far.
What's more, I watched Contagion last night. Waking up with a virus the day after watching that is more than a little disturbing!
Anyway, cheat day yesterday was a success. After loading ourselves with bacon butties (such a treat!) we drove to Ludlow, which is a gorgeous little town famed for its annual food festival. We logged an impressive 8,000 steps just by exploring the castle, and an even more impressive 49 flights of steps. The little Fitbit must have been so proud! Then we ventured around the town for a while and came to the church, which has stunning stained glass windows and dates back to the 14th century. We climbed the 200 steps up to the top of the tower (adding even more to our total) and then... it all went a bit wrong. At 2.30pm, you're already pushing it for lunch and we made the mistake of deciding to travel to a pub half an hour away which was recommended on Tripadvisor. It stopped serving food at 3pm. Now mroe than a little hungry and expecting great things from a cheat day lunch, we set off towards Temple Wells, which was 20 minutes away from the doomed pub. By the time we got there, everywhere was shutting up, so we ended up having a dirty (and I mean dirty) fried meal from a grumpy chippy. Chips (horrible and soggy), a chicken and mushroom pie, a scallop and pollock in batter, all shared between two. I think we took cheat day to another level. But again, it wasn't satisfying and it certainly wasn't tasty.
After heading home, we arranged to meet with some friends to have a curry, wine and film night, hence the paranoia-inducing viewing of Contagion. The curry was amazeballs - set menu for 4 and we got poppadoms, various starters, 4 different mains, rice and naan. It brought cheat day back from the brink. Hurray for curry!
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Hangover shame
I'm usually quite diligent when it comes to work (honest!) but today was a total write off. People thought my pale face and occasional stifled retching was due to some kind of illness. And I swear I didn't sober up until at least 1pm.
But 'every cloud' and all that - when I ventured out at lunch I must have notched up at least 3,000 steps going from shop to shop buying lard-based offerings that I hoped might just appease the hangover god. Alas, after 2 M&S cheese scones (once a thing of rare beauty, now de-cheesed and tasteless), a chicken and mushroom slice, a jumbo sausage roll and a pork pie, I just feel disgusting as well as hungover. Not even the bag of Revels and Wispa bar could help.
Inputting these things into myfitnesspal is enough to make you weep - 'you are 947 calories over your target'. Holy crap batman.
So with that disaster over with, I just need to navigate through Friday breakfast tomorrow and then it's *drum roll please* - cheat day! I know cheat day really should have been today considering the lard count, but there's no way I'm watching my husband gorging himself all day and not getting involved.
I've been under my calorie allowance every day so far, so surely it'll all work out in the end? Right? RIGHT?!
Ok, probably not, but I've got a cunning plan. The husband loves castles (as you do) so have suggested we visit Ludlow Castle on Saturday - all that walking up turrets and plodding around the grounds will help to counteract the inevitable face-stuffing of banned goods.
But 'every cloud' and all that - when I ventured out at lunch I must have notched up at least 3,000 steps going from shop to shop buying lard-based offerings that I hoped might just appease the hangover god. Alas, after 2 M&S cheese scones (once a thing of rare beauty, now de-cheesed and tasteless), a chicken and mushroom slice, a jumbo sausage roll and a pork pie, I just feel disgusting as well as hungover. Not even the bag of Revels and Wispa bar could help.
Inputting these things into myfitnesspal is enough to make you weep - 'you are 947 calories over your target'. Holy crap batman.
So with that disaster over with, I just need to navigate through Friday breakfast tomorrow and then it's *drum roll please* - cheat day! I know cheat day really should have been today considering the lard count, but there's no way I'm watching my husband gorging himself all day and not getting involved.
I've been under my calorie allowance every day so far, so surely it'll all work out in the end? Right? RIGHT?!
Ok, probably not, but I've got a cunning plan. The husband loves castles (as you do) so have suggested we visit Ludlow Castle on Saturday - all that walking up turrets and plodding around the grounds will help to counteract the inevitable face-stuffing of banned goods.
Owwww
Ok, so that was a bad idea. Not only do I have a hangover (and I never get hangovers!) but I'm craving all sorts of naughty food. Plain porridge and a healthy soup is just not going to cut it. Actually still feel a little bit drunk. Good job I walk to work...
Oh-oh
So I may have walked over 10,000 steps, but I think my calorie intake have gone wayyyyy over the limit thanks to 7 large glasses of red wine *hic*
Bit drunk. Oops.
Bit drunk. Oops.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Getting the hang of it
OK, so I know I'm being a Fitbit bore, but it really is quite addictive. At least for now...
I've been running up and down the steps at work, marched up the hill into town (which the Fitbit thought was a flight of steps, so that was a double whammy) and walked to and from work and I'm at a rather respectable 9,000 steps already. Popping out for a drink with friends later to organise a wee break booked through Canopy and Stars (I highly recommend them for interesting accommodation, they have everything from gypsy wagons to tree houses), which should take me to my 10,000 mark - boom!
I've been running up and down the steps at work, marched up the hill into town (which the Fitbit thought was a flight of steps, so that was a double whammy) and walked to and from work and I'm at a rather respectable 9,000 steps already. Popping out for a drink with friends later to organise a wee break booked through Canopy and Stars (I highly recommend them for interesting accommodation, they have everything from gypsy wagons to tree houses), which should take me to my 10,000 mark - boom!
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
harder than I thought
Ok, so the Fitbit is attached to my bra (as recommended) and I'm making a point of trying to walk to as many places as possible - my challenge is to walk 10,000 steps, go up 10 flights of steps and to win activity points (whatever they are)...
I'm sure the novelty will wear off at some point, but at the moment I'm looking down my top every hour or so to see how many steps I've done. People are going to start talking...
It's amazing how few steps I take in a day though - it's been a stupidly busy day so I haven't left my desk too often, plus I missed my lunch break so I couldn't add to my steps by walking into town. I'm at a rather pathetic 6,000 steps, and that's even with my dance class!! If nothing else, this is making me far more conscious about getting moving.
In other news, it's also satisfyingly geeky to input your food into the myfitnesspal app and then see it pop up on your dashboard when you sync your Fitbit. It's also good that the Fitbit monitors your activity and adjusts your calorie allowance accordingly. Man, I can't wait to see what it logs for zumba!
I'm sure the novelty will wear off at some point, but at the moment I'm looking down my top every hour or so to see how many steps I've done. People are going to start talking...
It's amazing how few steps I take in a day though - it's been a stupidly busy day so I haven't left my desk too often, plus I missed my lunch break so I couldn't add to my steps by walking into town. I'm at a rather pathetic 6,000 steps, and that's even with my dance class!! If nothing else, this is making me far more conscious about getting moving.
In other news, it's also satisfyingly geeky to input your food into the myfitnesspal app and then see it pop up on your dashboard when you sync your Fitbit. It's also good that the Fitbit monitors your activity and adjusts your calorie allowance accordingly. Man, I can't wait to see what it logs for zumba!
Monday, 5 March 2012
It's arrived!
So the small, yet beautifully formed Fitbit is here! It's not fully charged yet, so we're having to leave them overnight, but I've already synced mine (the pink and black one) with my myfitnesspal and we've added each other as 'friends' so we can fall out at a later date when our competitive streaks have got the better of us.
It's a lovely feeling to be excited about just how much this will change things. I just hope it all works out and it's not an expensive fad. I do have a habit of putting my faith in these things and being disappointed. But it's only as good as the person operating it, so with a bit of willpower and determination we should do just fine. Can't wait to start tomorrow!
It's a lovely feeling to be excited about just how much this will change things. I just hope it all works out and it's not an expensive fad. I do have a habit of putting my faith in these things and being disappointed. But it's only as good as the person operating it, so with a bit of willpower and determination we should do just fine. Can't wait to start tomorrow!
Sunday, 4 March 2012
The last 'new' diet. Ever.
It's a little cringeworthy, but I've probably done ever diet going - apart from the Atkins diet for some reason. That one never really appealed. Slimming World, Weightwatchers, detox, distancedieters, 4 hours body, I've done the lot. I even did that hideous cabbage diet with my dad once. One word: gross. Oh, and one where you had to eat 3 eggs at every meal. The whole family did it and by the time it got to the evening we would literally sit down in a fug of noxious gases to watch the TV. Never again.
This time, I'm trying out something new, but I feel very positive that this could be the last time I start from scratch. Because it's all actually rather sensible, it's something I can tweak as I go and its something that I can do forever - it's not a short term fix, but a lifestyle adjustment. And it's based on geeky gadgets that will hopefully motivate me far more than anything else I've done.
So here it is in a nutshell:
Diet - using gadgets (see below) I'm going to do good old fashioned calorie counting, but with a twist. Six days a week I'm cutting out wheat and bumping up my pulses, greens and meat/fish. For six days there's no crap, no pasta or rice/grains and everything will be lean and healthy. During that time, I can write down any food I'm craving. One day a week, I can have a cheat day. And then I can eat and drink whatever I want, be it gluttonous things from the cravings list (no doubt donuts, pizza and burgers), or something as simple as a bagel and an orange juice (both banned for the rest of the week). I've realised over the years that being strict and having structure are both important elements for success, at least in my case. But I also like socialising with my friends and enjoying food. I also like to drink. All these things I can do without having to decline anything, look enviously at someone else's plate, or have to go for the salad when I'm on a cheat day. Can't wait for the next one.
Exercise - Zumba twice a week, circuits at the gym on a Thursday, dance class on a Tuesday and gym visits as often as I can in between. Also, going to bed earlier and getting up in time to do an exercise DVD before work (yeep!). My husband has also bought an exercise bike, so that might also come in handy when it arrives.
The gadgets:
Fitbit - a fairly expensive gadget that will monitor exactly what calories I'm expending and give me a daily goal that says how many steps I need to walk, what my sleep is like and whether I'm actually expending more calories than I'm eating. Mine should arrive tomorrow...
http://www.fitbit.com/
Myfitnesspal - I've been using www.weightlossresources.co.uk so far, which is an excellent way to log your daily food intake, but I'm sad to say I'm going to have to change my allegiance to www.myfitnesspal.com as the latter integrates with the fitbit, meaning I'll be able to look at diet and exercise on the same dashboard. I haven't use MFP much yet, but I can definitely recommend WLR - it's very easy to use and it has a very thorough database of both food and exercise. It also has some really good charts that show you where your calories have gone e.g. carbs, protein, fat etc so you can see the split.
This time, I'm trying out something new, but I feel very positive that this could be the last time I start from scratch. Because it's all actually rather sensible, it's something I can tweak as I go and its something that I can do forever - it's not a short term fix, but a lifestyle adjustment. And it's based on geeky gadgets that will hopefully motivate me far more than anything else I've done.
So here it is in a nutshell:
Diet - using gadgets (see below) I'm going to do good old fashioned calorie counting, but with a twist. Six days a week I'm cutting out wheat and bumping up my pulses, greens and meat/fish. For six days there's no crap, no pasta or rice/grains and everything will be lean and healthy. During that time, I can write down any food I'm craving. One day a week, I can have a cheat day. And then I can eat and drink whatever I want, be it gluttonous things from the cravings list (no doubt donuts, pizza and burgers), or something as simple as a bagel and an orange juice (both banned for the rest of the week). I've realised over the years that being strict and having structure are both important elements for success, at least in my case. But I also like socialising with my friends and enjoying food. I also like to drink. All these things I can do without having to decline anything, look enviously at someone else's plate, or have to go for the salad when I'm on a cheat day. Can't wait for the next one.
Exercise - Zumba twice a week, circuits at the gym on a Thursday, dance class on a Tuesday and gym visits as often as I can in between. Also, going to bed earlier and getting up in time to do an exercise DVD before work (yeep!). My husband has also bought an exercise bike, so that might also come in handy when it arrives.
The gadgets:
Fitbit - a fairly expensive gadget that will monitor exactly what calories I'm expending and give me a daily goal that says how many steps I need to walk, what my sleep is like and whether I'm actually expending more calories than I'm eating. Mine should arrive tomorrow...
http://www.fitbit.com/
Myfitnesspal - I've been using www.weightlossresources.co.uk so far, which is an excellent way to log your daily food intake, but I'm sad to say I'm going to have to change my allegiance to www.myfitnesspal.com as the latter integrates with the fitbit, meaning I'll be able to look at diet and exercise on the same dashboard. I haven't use MFP much yet, but I can definitely recommend WLR - it's very easy to use and it has a very thorough database of both food and exercise. It also has some really good charts that show you where your calories have gone e.g. carbs, protein, fat etc so you can see the split.
30 Day Shred - This is the wild card. I stumbled across this when I was checking out MFP - there are whole threads where people post their 'before and after' shots from doing this Jillian Michaels DVD. By all accounts, it's basically a hideous 20 minute workout that will make you want to cry, but if the photos are anything to go by, it looks like you definitely get results. MFP forum members are almost evangelical about it, so I'm going to give it a go. Apparently it'll arrive Tuesday, so I have until then to remember what it's like to be able to move my limbs without crippling pain.
Some time later...
Hello blog! I remember you! You're the one I forgot about after five posts, or something equally lame.
Rather than looking at this as a metaphor for my shameful inability to finish anything I start, I'm just going to gloss over it, smile and pretend I meant to do this. Hmm..
Anyway, I failed to lose any proper amount of weight in time for my honeymoon, and although I've carefully edited the hideous photos from the inevitable Facebook showcase, I'm not altogether happy with how I look in any of them. And that's quite sad. Don't get me wrong, I had an absolutely amazing time and I loved every second, but I wanted a thorough record of our honeymoon that I could treasure forever - after all, you only get to go on honeymoon once (OK, so maybe I had two - a minimoon and a honeymoon, but that doesn't count). There's something desperately sad about the fact I couldn't motivate myself enough to get myself into some kind of decent shape before such a momentous point in my life. And now, although we have some frankly spectacular shots that bring it all back in an instant, I wince when I see the ones I'm in. And so it will always be, no doubt, every time I see them for the rest of my days.
That in itself is probably one of the greatest motivators I have for starting up my 'eye of the tiger' / 'woman on a mission' challenge again. But this time, it's slightly different. Every January, me and my husband sit down and go through all the things we want to achieve that month, what we want to achieve that year, and what we're aiming for generally in life. I'll be damned if I start another year saying I want to lose 30lbs by my birthday. Every sodding year that's one of my goals, and every sodding year I fail to achieve it.
I failed to do it before my 30th birthday, I failed to do it before I got married and I failed to do it before I went on honeymoon.
My mother-in-law recently said she's noticed a competitive streak in me she's never seen before. She's going to see a lot more of it from now on.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)