Diet plans and timetables

One of the things I want to use this blog for is a public reminder of what I eat on a given day. Boring to everyone, but keeps me focussed.

So, today:
Breakfast: Half a bowl of porridge with dried fruit, cinnamon and brown sugar
Lunch: Soup with wholemeal bread
Dinner (planned) Grilled chicken and salad
Snacks: Pack of snack-a-jack salt and vinegar, pepperami, two godiva chocolates, clementine.

I went to my Personal Trainer meeting- we checked my overall fitness which was 'poor' on most counts. (I am 44.8% fat) This will be checked again at 9 weeks. I am not to worry about it till then. The people at dynamic fitness (www.getdynamic.co.uk) are excellent and nice- and because it's a small company you'll get exclusive 1-on-1 training and advice. I have had a training timetable drawn up and next week  I will have a full-on personal training session where he works on my strengths and weaknesses and my goal.

Well worth it, if you can afford it.

Signing off, wish me luck.

I'm sorry

Nothings been happening on the weight loss front. Since losing my job, all I've done is sit at home and eat. Luckily, that seems to be changing.

I finally got the courage together to book A personal Training session with the voucher my mum gave me for christmas. I'm going today. My mum has lost nearly a stone in a month with him, I hope mine is as effective.

I'll let you know how it goes after 2.

The medication made me FAT

Like, really fat. Like, gain 12 kilos in 2 months fat. And I was eating well and exercising and even cut down on my drinking, so I should have been getting THIN.

So, I'm off those pills now, which has led to me not leaving the house, or brushing my hair. At all. I HATE people seeing me when I look like this.

But, I did finally rejoin the gym. Bodyrush in my home town, which is huge, smells of feet and hairspray and has a bewildering array of machines, some of which look like they belong in a porn film. But They seem to be very effective, or at least my muscles are currently telling me it may be. So, yay?

Sexy bike and food poisoning.

The two seem somewhat unconnected, I guess, but they are what has been happening.

I picked the sexy bike up on sunday. It is a Dawes hertiage range 'Duchess' and it is beautiful. I may have kissed and stroked the frame a couple of times while I thought no-one was looking.

It also has a basket. This is the pinnacle of my joy, better than kittens, orgasms and my hirtherto true love/nemesis, chocolate caramel digestives combines.

I needed to practice on my bike, so we cycled out of Norwich. It was smooth and lovely and easy to use, changing gears was a cinch, and because of that I got overconfident and promptly crashed on a sharp corner. I grazed my leg badly, but the bike was fine. I'm sure you all know it was my first concern.


The plan is to start cycling into work, and going on a cycle ride together at least once a week. I'm still finding it hard to remember to exercise very day, but this is something I enjoy so hopefully it'll help. I still regularly eat too much junkfood, but I am slowly cutting down and I'm not being too hard on myself- that way guilt and binge-eating lies.

Now, to food posioning. One of the home-prepared healthy lunches seriously disagreed with me, waking me up at four am to be sick. No more short-dated salmon for me thanks. I was sick till twelve noon, and spent the rest of the day allowing myself whatever  craved, figuring my body probably needed it. This may have led to me eating golden syrup from the tin with a spoon.

I gots me a BIKE.

And it's sexier that yours, uh-huh.

I'm picking it up tomorrow.

It's called Duchess, and it has a basket.

Ah fuck

Two posts in one day you say?

Yes.

I have to be honest you see.
 I finished the icecream. Just now.
And now I have ice-cream nausea.

To be fair, it is Ben and Jerry's. And it IS Phish Food. I didn't really have a choice when I put it like that.

Bad moody

I must be in a foul mood, as the urge to comfort eat became all I could think about. Distract myself with the lovely Offbeatbride.com? Nope. Play frontierville on facebook? Nope. Do what I inteneded to do today and actually do some fucking writing? You must be kidding.

And to top it all off, my second graze box (you probably remember me talking about the graze box in my last post) didn't arrive till one today.
So I ate some icecream.
However, the change in my diet must be sticking, because I ate four or five spoonfuls before thinking 'you know, I'm done' and putting it back in the freezer. Go me!

And then I ate the entirety of my graze box. In five minutes.

At least, if I must comfort eat, I can do it on things that don't make me feel like Mr Blobby.