Well, the weekend is now upon us, and I'm off to a fairly safe start so far. With dinner out tonight, I've kept my points during the day down to 9 so far, leaving me 13, plus 5 saved, for dinner if I need all of it (hopefully not). We're going up there a little bit early for a few drinks first, but I'm going to largely stay off the sauce tonight - firstly because I'm broke, secondly because I have to drive early in the morning, thirdly because it's points I can't be arsed to use on empty things, and lastly because all self-control goes out the window after the first one or two (three or five) drinks.
One thing I didn't manage though was to find time to call ahead for the menu, so I'm just praying there's something on there that'll be safe. And I'm not even looking at the dessert menu - that's a disaster just waiting to happen!
I'm feeling a bit sore today after the second Body Combat session last night. I really enjoyed it at the time, but my whole back feels pretty tight today. Although luckily it's in an mmmmm, I really went for it last night, feel the BURN, baby!! kind of way, rather than a oh shit, there goes my back again, I might as well be 80 kind of way. Progress is being made.
I've spent this afternoon running round to my dad's house to spend a bit of time with him, and then scampering into town for a spot of belated present shopping for tomorrow's birthday girl. Which is more than the boys did - Sue to the rescue again. I also picked up a top to wear to the races tomorrow, given that my wardrobe is looking sorely depleted at the moment. I still find it so strange picking up 16's and actually having them fit. I also caught myself earlier as I filled in my weight on an online questionnaire, when I automatically went to 15 stone-something on the drop down list, even though I'm now 13 st 9. Weird. Brain - catch up, won't you!!
And then at 8am tomorrow we're heading off down South for the weekend. Why does it have to be bloody 8 o'clock in the morning?????? I get few enough lie-ins as it is!! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Hey ho - only a week til holidays now - I'll make it.
Right - going to get changed now - laters.
Showing posts with label weekends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekends. Show all posts
Friday, 10 July 2009
Monday, 6 July 2009
The confessional
Okaaaaay - here we go.
Forgive me, my dear beloved body, for I have sinned mightily against you this weekend. And I'm sorry. I truly am. Especially when you so kindly rewarded me with a loss this morning! I mean seriously - dude, you're too nice to me! I promise to be better to you this week.
So, I wasn't the greatest this weekend. It started out as a very minor transgression on Friday evening, and pretty much got progressively worse as the weekend progressed.
Friday night, I went to dinner and then the cinema with Jo. Dinner was all planned out in advance - job done, and I didn't have dessert as we were just too damn full, but I did have a small portion of pic'n'mix at the cinema. And I don't even know how to point that, so I put it down as 4. And I finished the day about 1 point over.
Saturday, I was incredibly lazy. I slept til 11am and eventually dragged my lazy ass into town to go shopping. I bought a motivational tool for the summer - the dreaded bikini. My currently lardy arse is nowhere near ready to be inflicted on the general populace as yet, and sadly I'm not convinced it will be by the time we head to Croatia at the end of next month, but maybe for Egypt in November ... who knows! I also bought a going out top from Warehouse (Warehouse!! I actually fitted into a fitted top from Warehouse!!! Will wonders never cease??), and some Bio-oil.
I keep hearing about this stuff as it's meant to be amazing at helping old scars and stretch-marks fade, preventing new ones, and also seriously rehydrating skin and maintaining elasticity. Without getting too much into the nitty gritty, I'm very conscious that being an Apple body type, a lot of my excess weight is carried around my stomach. I obviously want to get rid of this as I head to goal, not least because of the health pitfalls of excess fat carried around the internal organs, but I'm also really conscious that I don't want loose skin left behind. So the Bio-oil is to help boost the skins ability to recover as I lose weight - it might not work, but at least I'll have beautifully moisturised skin!
Anyway, I digress - back to the confessional. On Saturday night, I got domestic. It was red pepper and parsnip soup this time. Messily executed and nearly messed up several times, but a really delicious result. Then after a bowl of that, I had my dinner - scampi and sweet potato wedges. Then I went to watch a film next door with the boys. And then, at midnight, I joined them for dessert. Treacle tart and double cream. I shared one of thos little individual tarts with Sid. And I didn't have enough points. So probably about 3-4 points over for the day. Stupid.
Which brings me to yesterday. Oh dear. Yesterday I went to Wembley with Jo to see Take That. As it's a 3 hour drive in each direction, this entailed much eating out. First there was a pub lunch - roast beef. Not a massive plate, and all freshly cooked and not too greasy at all, but roast potatos and Yorkishire puddings don't taste that good without at least a little oil involved. Then we stopped at the service station just outside London, and had cake (or Sunday lunch dessert as we like to call it) from Starbucks. Then there was the concert, and much avoidance of fast food (yay), until we left, traipsed about half an hour back to the car, got ourselves out of London, and realised we were starving, so stopped at the same services on the way back and succumbed to McDonalds. It could have been worse - I deliberately just had the burger and no chips. It could also have been infinitely better.
Here's the alternative menu I could have had - I thought about this last night, and thought damn my feeble choices. Salmon insteead of roast beef for lunch. Which wouldn't have had Yorkshire pudding, and probably no roast potatoes either. Probably about 8 points instead of about 12. A skinny muffin instead of carrot cake - 5 points instead of 9. And if I had to have McDonalds - chicken nuggets instead of a Chicken Legend - 4.5 points instead of 9. Instant saving of about 12 points. Foolish, foolish child. Learn from this!!!
So what positive points from this week? Here's the highlights:
Forgive me, my dear beloved body, for I have sinned mightily against you this weekend. And I'm sorry. I truly am. Especially when you so kindly rewarded me with a loss this morning! I mean seriously - dude, you're too nice to me! I promise to be better to you this week.
So, I wasn't the greatest this weekend. It started out as a very minor transgression on Friday evening, and pretty much got progressively worse as the weekend progressed.
Friday night, I went to dinner and then the cinema with Jo. Dinner was all planned out in advance - job done, and I didn't have dessert as we were just too damn full, but I did have a small portion of pic'n'mix at the cinema. And I don't even know how to point that, so I put it down as 4. And I finished the day about 1 point over.
Saturday, I was incredibly lazy. I slept til 11am and eventually dragged my lazy ass into town to go shopping. I bought a motivational tool for the summer - the dreaded bikini. My currently lardy arse is nowhere near ready to be inflicted on the general populace as yet, and sadly I'm not convinced it will be by the time we head to Croatia at the end of next month, but maybe for Egypt in November ... who knows! I also bought a going out top from Warehouse (Warehouse!! I actually fitted into a fitted top from Warehouse!!! Will wonders never cease??), and some Bio-oil.
I keep hearing about this stuff as it's meant to be amazing at helping old scars and stretch-marks fade, preventing new ones, and also seriously rehydrating skin and maintaining elasticity. Without getting too much into the nitty gritty, I'm very conscious that being an Apple body type, a lot of my excess weight is carried around my stomach. I obviously want to get rid of this as I head to goal, not least because of the health pitfalls of excess fat carried around the internal organs, but I'm also really conscious that I don't want loose skin left behind. So the Bio-oil is to help boost the skins ability to recover as I lose weight - it might not work, but at least I'll have beautifully moisturised skin!
Anyway, I digress - back to the confessional. On Saturday night, I got domestic. It was red pepper and parsnip soup this time. Messily executed and nearly messed up several times, but a really delicious result. Then after a bowl of that, I had my dinner - scampi and sweet potato wedges. Then I went to watch a film next door with the boys. And then, at midnight, I joined them for dessert. Treacle tart and double cream. I shared one of thos little individual tarts with Sid. And I didn't have enough points. So probably about 3-4 points over for the day. Stupid.
Which brings me to yesterday. Oh dear. Yesterday I went to Wembley with Jo to see Take That. As it's a 3 hour drive in each direction, this entailed much eating out. First there was a pub lunch - roast beef. Not a massive plate, and all freshly cooked and not too greasy at all, but roast potatos and Yorkishire puddings don't taste that good without at least a little oil involved. Then we stopped at the service station just outside London, and had cake (or Sunday lunch dessert as we like to call it) from Starbucks. Then there was the concert, and much avoidance of fast food (yay), until we left, traipsed about half an hour back to the car, got ourselves out of London, and realised we were starving, so stopped at the same services on the way back and succumbed to McDonalds. It could have been worse - I deliberately just had the burger and no chips. It could also have been infinitely better.
Here's the alternative menu I could have had - I thought about this last night, and thought damn my feeble choices. Salmon insteead of roast beef for lunch. Which wouldn't have had Yorkshire pudding, and probably no roast potatoes either. Probably about 8 points instead of about 12. A skinny muffin instead of carrot cake - 5 points instead of 9. And if I had to have McDonalds - chicken nuggets instead of a Chicken Legend - 4.5 points instead of 9. Instant saving of about 12 points. Foolish, foolish child. Learn from this!!!
So what positive points from this week? Here's the highlights:
- I tried two new classes and enjoyed them both, and I'm looking forward, like properly looking forward, to doing them again this week.
- I managed to pack the scales away for a few days. Being honest - by yesterday morning I was so paranoid because of my bad eating that I got them out to check, and they'd actually gone down. So I think I should trust my body a bit more, and the scales a bit less, and I'm going to try and keep them put away a bit more this week.
- I'm out of my 10 day rut - I lost 1.5lbs this week - I'm happy with that.
- I tried a new recipe for a healthy soup, and it was really, really nice. Next time I might even make less mess making it!
I'm back eating sensibly again today. I woke up this morning, absolutely raging starving, which is something I hate about the day after eating really shittily. That's subsided now though, and in fact I'm still feeling super, super full from my lunch. It might have been healthy, but I think there was just tooooooo much of it, and I felt really uncomfortable for about an hour afterwards. Still, it should keep me going happily til after spin tonight. I've swapped classes again, so this will probably be a super-quick class tonight full of races, sprints and penalities for the losers - eeeeeeek!
Monday, 22 June 2009
The weekend
Right - a proper entry on the weekend.
Firstly - for all the people commenting on the milkshakes - the company is For Heaven Shakes, and they'll be at various festivals and get-togethers round the UK this summer. And you're damn right those milkshakes are good! I'm currently trying to persuade the lovely Kirsty that she should get a license and sell alcoholic versions too!
I've actually had a really chilled out weekend, although in typical fashion, my plans to stay home and do nothing at all were foxed as I then got 3 separate invitations to go and spend time with friends.
Friday afternoon was really laid back - I went to the hairdressers for a bit of pampering (and a shiny new haircut obviously!) and then just wandered home and crashed. Sid texted later to say he was finishing work really late, and did I want to grab a takeaway with him when he got back. I was just about to start cooking healthy stir-fry, and although I was tempted by the takeaway idea, I thought about how rubbish I usually feel afterwards from all the salt and MSG and made the informed decision not to indulge. I am a paragon of self-restraint. Well, sometimes.
Saturday, I've already talked a bit about, and our day at the show. I'd actually arranged to have dinner with my friend Jo after the show, so I had about an hour when I got home to chill for a bit and grab a shower before she came round. I decided to wear my lovely new maxi dress out with a big belt to give it a bit of shape. I was feeling really good between my clothes and the haircut (and the scales still behaving), and I think it's interesting how that seemed to give me the will power to make better choices at dinner.
We went to Ask in town (the Italian chain) and were lucky to get one of the final 3 walk-in tables. I picked out a gorgeous dish with chicken breast, sun-blush tomatoes and mushrooms in a tomato and garlic sauce - lush, and not a bit of cheese or cream in sight! Our waiter made me laugh as I'd swear blind he was trying to flirt with us a bit, but can't have been older than about 19 or 20. He was also soooooooo slow at serving us, but that didn't really matter as we were just having a leisurely, gossipy dinner.
So all in all, there was I feeling quite attractive for once. Then I went upstairs to visit the toilets, and I started to get so paranoid as I felt everyone was looking at me! The restaurant setup is a bit odd, because there's a few tables downstairs at street level where we were sitting, but most of them are upstairs where the floor area's much bigger, and gives out onto a big terrace at the back. To get to the toilets you have to walk right across the room from the head of the stairs at the front over to the very back, and I swear to god I caught the eye of at least one person at every table. I instantly started to feel completely self-aware, wondering if I'd popped out of my dress (it's quite low cut), or else somehow caught my dress of something, or if it had gone see-through in the light (it's cotton - I checked this when I first got it, and in certain lights you can see the outline of legs, but nothing more that I know of).
Anyway, I guess I'll never know what it was, but Jo and I had a good giggle when I got back to the table over the fact that we both always assume the worst.
When we got back to my flat, Jo and I had a bit of a photo swapping session from all the trips and days out we've been on recently. Sid had popped round again by this point and as we were looking through the photos we flipped past some from Dahab last November. I'd not really thought about it, but both of them commented on how different I looked in the photos, and though I hadn't really noticed it before, they might have a point. I'll pull out the photos when I get home, and post them up on here, so you can see what you think!
I spent most of yesterday morning going on a second journey through my wardrobe chucking out stuff, and there's another heap of stuff gone. The wardrobe's starting to look distinctly bare now, which is a bit worrying! I still occasionally worry that I'm chucking all this stuff out, and I might need it again one day, but I'm determined that that won't be the case. I know how to control my weight now, even if I'm still on the journey downwards. But once I get where I'm going, I now have the tools to stay there, and to halt / reverse any upwards movements that I'm not happy with. That's quite empowering really!
Yesterday afternoon was spent lounging in the park with a group of friends. The park is literally just round the corner from my flat, and every Sunday afternoon during the summer the local brass band do a two hour concert from the bandstand, with a repertoire of modern, classical and show tunes. When the weather's nice the lawns surrounding the bandstand quickly fill up with groups of people with picnic rugs and there's a local ice-cream seller with his cart, as well as drinks supplied from the bar of the theatre, which is literally just at the top of the gardens. It's a really nice, chilled out way to spend an afternoon - complete with a treat size bag of chocolate and a punnet of raspberries. Shame the sun didn't really make an appearance to complete things, but at least it didn't rain either.
Now it's a new week - nothing too taxing socially this week - I'm back to the gym to do Body Pump this evening, but with light weights so I don't do anything further to my back. I might see if I feel up to going on a little jog tomorrow evening or maybe Thursday, and I'll be spinning on Wednesday. I'm heading down to London on Friday for Hard Rock Calling in Hyde Park - The Kooks and The Killers are headlining and hopefully the weather will be kind. I was meant to be spending the whole weekend down there, but the friend I was going to visit afterwards has been called away to give a political speech in Serbia (what a cool excuse!), and in a way I'm quite grateful to have the rest of the weekend to come home and take the pressure of my diet and my wallet!
Adios, mon amigos!
Firstly - for all the people commenting on the milkshakes - the company is For Heaven Shakes, and they'll be at various festivals and get-togethers round the UK this summer. And you're damn right those milkshakes are good! I'm currently trying to persuade the lovely Kirsty that she should get a license and sell alcoholic versions too!
I've actually had a really chilled out weekend, although in typical fashion, my plans to stay home and do nothing at all were foxed as I then got 3 separate invitations to go and spend time with friends.
Friday afternoon was really laid back - I went to the hairdressers for a bit of pampering (and a shiny new haircut obviously!) and then just wandered home and crashed. Sid texted later to say he was finishing work really late, and did I want to grab a takeaway with him when he got back. I was just about to start cooking healthy stir-fry, and although I was tempted by the takeaway idea, I thought about how rubbish I usually feel afterwards from all the salt and MSG and made the informed decision not to indulge. I am a paragon of self-restraint. Well, sometimes.
Saturday, I've already talked a bit about, and our day at the show. I'd actually arranged to have dinner with my friend Jo after the show, so I had about an hour when I got home to chill for a bit and grab a shower before she came round. I decided to wear my lovely new maxi dress out with a big belt to give it a bit of shape. I was feeling really good between my clothes and the haircut (and the scales still behaving), and I think it's interesting how that seemed to give me the will power to make better choices at dinner.
We went to Ask in town (the Italian chain) and were lucky to get one of the final 3 walk-in tables. I picked out a gorgeous dish with chicken breast, sun-blush tomatoes and mushrooms in a tomato and garlic sauce - lush, and not a bit of cheese or cream in sight! Our waiter made me laugh as I'd swear blind he was trying to flirt with us a bit, but can't have been older than about 19 or 20. He was also soooooooo slow at serving us, but that didn't really matter as we were just having a leisurely, gossipy dinner.
So all in all, there was I feeling quite attractive for once. Then I went upstairs to visit the toilets, and I started to get so paranoid as I felt everyone was looking at me! The restaurant setup is a bit odd, because there's a few tables downstairs at street level where we were sitting, but most of them are upstairs where the floor area's much bigger, and gives out onto a big terrace at the back. To get to the toilets you have to walk right across the room from the head of the stairs at the front over to the very back, and I swear to god I caught the eye of at least one person at every table. I instantly started to feel completely self-aware, wondering if I'd popped out of my dress (it's quite low cut), or else somehow caught my dress of something, or if it had gone see-through in the light (it's cotton - I checked this when I first got it, and in certain lights you can see the outline of legs, but nothing more that I know of).
Anyway, I guess I'll never know what it was, but Jo and I had a good giggle when I got back to the table over the fact that we both always assume the worst.
When we got back to my flat, Jo and I had a bit of a photo swapping session from all the trips and days out we've been on recently. Sid had popped round again by this point and as we were looking through the photos we flipped past some from Dahab last November. I'd not really thought about it, but both of them commented on how different I looked in the photos, and though I hadn't really noticed it before, they might have a point. I'll pull out the photos when I get home, and post them up on here, so you can see what you think!
I spent most of yesterday morning going on a second journey through my wardrobe chucking out stuff, and there's another heap of stuff gone. The wardrobe's starting to look distinctly bare now, which is a bit worrying! I still occasionally worry that I'm chucking all this stuff out, and I might need it again one day, but I'm determined that that won't be the case. I know how to control my weight now, even if I'm still on the journey downwards. But once I get where I'm going, I now have the tools to stay there, and to halt / reverse any upwards movements that I'm not happy with. That's quite empowering really!
Yesterday afternoon was spent lounging in the park with a group of friends. The park is literally just round the corner from my flat, and every Sunday afternoon during the summer the local brass band do a two hour concert from the bandstand, with a repertoire of modern, classical and show tunes. When the weather's nice the lawns surrounding the bandstand quickly fill up with groups of people with picnic rugs and there's a local ice-cream seller with his cart, as well as drinks supplied from the bar of the theatre, which is literally just at the top of the gardens. It's a really nice, chilled out way to spend an afternoon - complete with a treat size bag of chocolate and a punnet of raspberries. Shame the sun didn't really make an appearance to complete things, but at least it didn't rain either.
Now it's a new week - nothing too taxing socially this week - I'm back to the gym to do Body Pump this evening, but with light weights so I don't do anything further to my back. I might see if I feel up to going on a little jog tomorrow evening or maybe Thursday, and I'll be spinning on Wednesday. I'm heading down to London on Friday for Hard Rock Calling in Hyde Park - The Kooks and The Killers are headlining and hopefully the weather will be kind. I was meant to be spending the whole weekend down there, but the friend I was going to visit afterwards has been called away to give a political speech in Serbia (what a cool excuse!), and in a way I'm quite grateful to have the rest of the weekend to come home and take the pressure of my diet and my wallet!
Adios, mon amigos!
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Lazy days
I'm about as relaxed as it gets right now. I'm still in bed (ok, it's only half 9 so that's not too bad), I've had my breakfast (in bed!) and I'm feeling totally rested, thanks to zonking out at 10pm last night.
I'd forgotten how easy weekends can be when you stay home and don't have anything to get in the way of your food-planning. Up til dinner-time yesterday I was doing brilliantly, and just feeling totally like WW's is no trouble at all. I went a bit off-line at dinner-time though as I decided to cook for one of the boys next door as well as myself (I owe them about 10,000 hot dinners at the time of writing as they cook for us all the time). I'd decided to a mushroom risotto earlier in the day, and then because it was Sid, and he can't be doing with all vegetarian food, I switched to doing a variant with chicken and spinach in too. All good so far. What killed it was the 4 slices of French stick with butter than I had with the risotto, which I wouldn't have bothered with had I been alone. Damn. I have to stop pampering to other people's tastes when I'm the one doing the cooking. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Still - the bread and butter was lovely, and it's only a 6 point deficit for the whole week - 4 of which I can peel back today, but I'm still annoyed with myself. This is the one thing I struggle with on WW's. On my own, I will make the right choices, or at least manage my intake properly, every time. Stick me in a social situation and I crumble ... like some really crumbly thing that I can't think of a good analogy for right now.
It's now a fresh new day, and that's all that matters though. I'm having tea with my dad and grandma this afternoon. Tea in our family follow the old tradition of good ol' Engligh afternoon high tea - i.e. about one savoury course (usually sandwiches and maybe little dinky sausage rolls), and about 4 courses of cake. Luckily, I'm pretty good at being pretty good on these afternoons, and Dad knows I'm watching what I eat so isn't too much of a food pusher anyway. In any case - I'm planning - will reduce my points by 4 today anyway, and deduct 10 for tea, which leaves me about 9 for the rest of the day - easy! It looks like being another nice day, so I'm going to make a batch of soup and do some tidying and have lunch out on the balcony. Oh, and stroll along to the gym to finally take my long-suffering physio her cheque since I finally manged to locate my chequebook in the carnage I call my room yesterday - woooohoooo!
Oh - and the ankle's finally on the mend. Back to Body Pump tomorrow I think, and then some gentle walking / running and spinning later in the week. Exercise - how I have missed thee!! :o)
I'd forgotten how easy weekends can be when you stay home and don't have anything to get in the way of your food-planning. Up til dinner-time yesterday I was doing brilliantly, and just feeling totally like WW's is no trouble at all. I went a bit off-line at dinner-time though as I decided to cook for one of the boys next door as well as myself (I owe them about 10,000 hot dinners at the time of writing as they cook for us all the time). I'd decided to a mushroom risotto earlier in the day, and then because it was Sid, and he can't be doing with all vegetarian food, I switched to doing a variant with chicken and spinach in too. All good so far. What killed it was the 4 slices of French stick with butter than I had with the risotto, which I wouldn't have bothered with had I been alone. Damn. I have to stop pampering to other people's tastes when I'm the one doing the cooking. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Still - the bread and butter was lovely, and it's only a 6 point deficit for the whole week - 4 of which I can peel back today, but I'm still annoyed with myself. This is the one thing I struggle with on WW's. On my own, I will make the right choices, or at least manage my intake properly, every time. Stick me in a social situation and I crumble ... like some really crumbly thing that I can't think of a good analogy for right now.
It's now a fresh new day, and that's all that matters though. I'm having tea with my dad and grandma this afternoon. Tea in our family follow the old tradition of good ol' Engligh afternoon high tea - i.e. about one savoury course (usually sandwiches and maybe little dinky sausage rolls), and about 4 courses of cake. Luckily, I'm pretty good at being pretty good on these afternoons, and Dad knows I'm watching what I eat so isn't too much of a food pusher anyway. In any case - I'm planning - will reduce my points by 4 today anyway, and deduct 10 for tea, which leaves me about 9 for the rest of the day - easy! It looks like being another nice day, so I'm going to make a batch of soup and do some tidying and have lunch out on the balcony. Oh, and stroll along to the gym to finally take my long-suffering physio her cheque since I finally manged to locate my chequebook in the carnage I call my room yesterday - woooohoooo!
Oh - and the ankle's finally on the mend. Back to Body Pump tomorrow I think, and then some gentle walking / running and spinning later in the week. Exercise - how I have missed thee!! :o)
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