Friday means weigh-day. It's not as good as pay-day, and I'm still broke afterwards, but it does mean a requirement to post on here. And I have to report that this week's number is up. This morning saw the scale at 12st 9lbs. Yesterday's was actually 12st 7.4lbs, which would have put me very slightly lower than last week, but if that had been my official weigh in, then I don't think it wouldn't have been a fair reflection of this week.
So, I take that number and own, it because let's face it, I ate everything and then some at the weekend, and since I did keep tracking right to the end of the week, I know I'd eaten all my flex, all my activity and about 70 points over that. So staying the same as last week, would have given me the impression that I could have got away with that.
This lunchtime I'm making my return to Brutal Circuits after a glorious 4 week hiatus. I expect it will hurt. I ma trying to get my eating back on track this week too, and in a way I'm kind of glad I've got the higher weight this week as it gives me a chance to get a good run up and have a decent loss next week ... no pressure there then!
This weekend is a fairly quiet one. I'm going for some drinks after work with my team tonight, and on Sunday I'll be cheering on some friends in the Bristol half marathon and then meeting a friend in the afternoon, but that's all that's planned. No excuses to go too far off the plantation with the eating, and a good time to not spend any money (since I don't have any at the moment!).
More anon, diet-persisters!
Friday, 9 September 2011
Thursday, 8 September 2011
Still Here And Staying Here
I'm often surprised how you can be making progress even when you don't feel like you've put in enough effort. Allow me to demonstrate: I tend to think of the world in terms of black and white - either you're 100% on it and you succeed at whatever you're working on, or it's nothing and fail, fail, fail.
As always, my body reminds me that isn't necessarily so, and that 80% of the effort will indeed see some results. A little patience and persistence goes a long way, as long as I can keep my current buttered toast obsession as least slightly in check.
I think a lot of the success factor of "mostly" being on track, comes from compromise. Nothing new there really, but you can get away with a lot if you make a few trade-offs. For instance, on Tuesday I meant to run at lunchtime with my friend Liz from work. As the appointed time rolled around (and it pissed it down outside), Liz didn't reappear from her meeting. I waited for about 45 mins, but it was clear that she'd got caught up, and the run wasn't happening. I could have gone out on my own, but by this point it was late lunch-hour, and I'd have both got drenched, and missed the opening hours at the canteen for my lunch. I debated for a little while and decided to skip it, but it was nagging at me all afternoon. How I wasn't going to be getting any exercise now, and I could do with it. Since the sky was looking a little less threatening as the afternoon progressed, I ended up deciding to go straight from work instead, and as always, once the decision is made, you just kind of settle into it.
That run turned out to be one of the best I've had in ages. I know, I know, I've totally said that before, but the runs I'm reluctant to go on, nearly always turn out to be my best. Having been off running for a while now, I ran two nice steady 4k's last week, and Tuesday night just felt .... nice. So I tacked the extra loop on to take it up to 5k, and it still felt fine. I honestly think I could have kept on going for another couple of k easily, but I wanted to keep the enjoyment, so that I don't feel overwhelmed by my next run - I'd rather finish strong this time, than so tired that I dread the next one. It's all about the psychological games with me!
Other than that, life is pretty hectic at the moment, which is why I don't always get on here for a couple of days (sorry about that!). I always come back to here though, because this is my accountability. Not just to you, but to me - what I write here can't be unwritten - it's a record for me of my ups and downs and realisations. I've seen a few blogs recently dying off, and it makes me sad. I wonder what happens to those that go, but I have a horrible feeling that probably 75% of them will regain. Yeah, so much faith in my fellow man! But if you look through the last posts of most of those blogs that go quiet, you so often see that the writer is struggling, or just disinterested. Maybe they didn't get to where they thought they would, or maybe they have and now that thing called life is getting in the way. I don't know, but for both of those scenarios, I see that the disinterest in writing is most likely symptomatic of a growing disinterest in trying or maintaining. Either they don't want to face the truth of why it's not working, or they've got comfortable and relaxed their vigilance. I don't know.
For me, I don't see a time when I will truly be able to relax around food, and maybe that sounds a little sad to you. Sure, I can manage periods when I'm not tracking and blogging (see my month in Costa Rica last year for a successful example), but I still have to be conscientious in at least a small part about my eating and exercise, and I come back to tracking sooner or later. Maybe I will eventually get to my original goal of 11 and a half stone. Maybe I'll even go past it, or maybe I'll find that actually I'm comfortable somewhere this side of it. What I am sure of, is that for me I don't want to be bigger than I am now, and I enjoy my health and fitness too much to give them up. And part of what works for me, is talking about it, reading about it, and getting feedback. One thing I don't want to do is give up.
I'm always particularly proud of the blogs that go quiet, but pop up again later. They might be coming back 20 or 50lbs heavier, and it's a bittersweet moment reading that after you've seen someone do so well to begin with, but I admire them for doing it anyway.
So yes, my life might be hectic, but somebody please come and nag me if I start leaving it too long between posts!
As always, my body reminds me that isn't necessarily so, and that 80% of the effort will indeed see some results. A little patience and persistence goes a long way, as long as I can keep my current buttered toast obsession as least slightly in check.
I think a lot of the success factor of "mostly" being on track, comes from compromise. Nothing new there really, but you can get away with a lot if you make a few trade-offs. For instance, on Tuesday I meant to run at lunchtime with my friend Liz from work. As the appointed time rolled around (and it pissed it down outside), Liz didn't reappear from her meeting. I waited for about 45 mins, but it was clear that she'd got caught up, and the run wasn't happening. I could have gone out on my own, but by this point it was late lunch-hour, and I'd have both got drenched, and missed the opening hours at the canteen for my lunch. I debated for a little while and decided to skip it, but it was nagging at me all afternoon. How I wasn't going to be getting any exercise now, and I could do with it. Since the sky was looking a little less threatening as the afternoon progressed, I ended up deciding to go straight from work instead, and as always, once the decision is made, you just kind of settle into it.
That run turned out to be one of the best I've had in ages. I know, I know, I've totally said that before, but the runs I'm reluctant to go on, nearly always turn out to be my best. Having been off running for a while now, I ran two nice steady 4k's last week, and Tuesday night just felt .... nice. So I tacked the extra loop on to take it up to 5k, and it still felt fine. I honestly think I could have kept on going for another couple of k easily, but I wanted to keep the enjoyment, so that I don't feel overwhelmed by my next run - I'd rather finish strong this time, than so tired that I dread the next one. It's all about the psychological games with me!
Other than that, life is pretty hectic at the moment, which is why I don't always get on here for a couple of days (sorry about that!). I always come back to here though, because this is my accountability. Not just to you, but to me - what I write here can't be unwritten - it's a record for me of my ups and downs and realisations. I've seen a few blogs recently dying off, and it makes me sad. I wonder what happens to those that go, but I have a horrible feeling that probably 75% of them will regain. Yeah, so much faith in my fellow man! But if you look through the last posts of most of those blogs that go quiet, you so often see that the writer is struggling, or just disinterested. Maybe they didn't get to where they thought they would, or maybe they have and now that thing called life is getting in the way. I don't know, but for both of those scenarios, I see that the disinterest in writing is most likely symptomatic of a growing disinterest in trying or maintaining. Either they don't want to face the truth of why it's not working, or they've got comfortable and relaxed their vigilance. I don't know.
For me, I don't see a time when I will truly be able to relax around food, and maybe that sounds a little sad to you. Sure, I can manage periods when I'm not tracking and blogging (see my month in Costa Rica last year for a successful example), but I still have to be conscientious in at least a small part about my eating and exercise, and I come back to tracking sooner or later. Maybe I will eventually get to my original goal of 11 and a half stone. Maybe I'll even go past it, or maybe I'll find that actually I'm comfortable somewhere this side of it. What I am sure of, is that for me I don't want to be bigger than I am now, and I enjoy my health and fitness too much to give them up. And part of what works for me, is talking about it, reading about it, and getting feedback. One thing I don't want to do is give up.
I'm always particularly proud of the blogs that go quiet, but pop up again later. They might be coming back 20 or 50lbs heavier, and it's a bittersweet moment reading that after you've seen someone do so well to begin with, but I admire them for doing it anyway.
So yes, my life might be hectic, but somebody please come and nag me if I start leaving it too long between posts!
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Track, Track, Track!
I realised yesterday, that on the whole, the biggest mistake I made on the weekend wasn't eating too much, it was not tracking any of it at the time. When I filled in my tracker for yesterday, there was a great big gaping hole since Thursday where I'd just merrily gone off and had my fun and ignored one of the most basic principles of Weightwatchers: track, track, track ... and track some more!
So in the interests of honesty, I sucked it up and started tracking everything I could remember from the weekend, so that I could know exactly how bad the damage was. And yeah, it wasn't great.
As per usual, I'd used my flex points over the weekend, but I could also see the pattern my eating was following with regard to activity .... and it was that I was eating roughly 2 - 3 times the amount of points I'd earned. Hmmmm .... might want to rethink that approach. But at least I know now. On that basis, I've no idea what I'll be doing next weekend, but I'll be doing my darndest to track as I go, even if it's just at the end of each day. I think if I'd tracked as I went this weekend, Saturday might still have been a heavy day on the points, but it would have bought me up short and stopped the over-spill into Sunday.
Yesterday, I whipped my ass back on track and really thought about my eating. I've gotten very lazy recently and can't be bothered to cook properly, so there has been a lot of toast featuring in my eating. Toast with butter, toast with mushrooms, eggs, spaghetti (yeah, I know, but I was craving it on Sunday night) ... toast, toast, toast. So I actually bought a few vegetables on the way home last night and found some chicken lurking in the freezer and concocted a very simple dinner of grilled chicken with a load of sauteed veg in a little bit of stock and a dab of Garlic and Herb Philadelphia. Better.
I also hit the gym yesterday for my Body Balance class. It was an odd mix of being pleased on some poses that I hadn't lost flexibility over 4 weeks, and being so stiff on others that it was a real mix of pleasure and pain to attempt some of the moves. Most of that was down to the ever-increasing stiffness in my arms, shoulders, chest and back from a weekend of surfing and then wakeboarding. Mostly the wakeboarding I think.
Let me tell a little story: when we were at the lake on Sunday, Jo and I were marvelling at the display of physicalbeauty perfection on view. We were mightily impressed by the sheer number of total hotties at the lake ..... and I now know why! It's not that wakeboarding naturally attracts the buff, it's that any prolonged exposure to that damn sport will whip you into shape quicker than it takes to blink, and since it was mostly guys there, it's no wonder the chests and arms on display were chiselled. It was a good job we were already soaked and streaming lake-water, so nobody noticed us drooling with appreciation at the view!
Anyway, I digress. I'm even stiffer today - even putting my rucksack on this morning to walk to work was an effort of supreme willpower over protesting muscles, but I'm going for a lunchtime plod / run round the harbour with Liz anyway. Maybe if I could just lose some more lard, getting dragged round a lake at speed by the sole strength of my arms would be easier???
So in the interests of honesty, I sucked it up and started tracking everything I could remember from the weekend, so that I could know exactly how bad the damage was. And yeah, it wasn't great.
As per usual, I'd used my flex points over the weekend, but I could also see the pattern my eating was following with regard to activity .... and it was that I was eating roughly 2 - 3 times the amount of points I'd earned. Hmmmm .... might want to rethink that approach. But at least I know now. On that basis, I've no idea what I'll be doing next weekend, but I'll be doing my darndest to track as I go, even if it's just at the end of each day. I think if I'd tracked as I went this weekend, Saturday might still have been a heavy day on the points, but it would have bought me up short and stopped the over-spill into Sunday.
Yesterday, I whipped my ass back on track and really thought about my eating. I've gotten very lazy recently and can't be bothered to cook properly, so there has been a lot of toast featuring in my eating. Toast with butter, toast with mushrooms, eggs, spaghetti (yeah, I know, but I was craving it on Sunday night) ... toast, toast, toast. So I actually bought a few vegetables on the way home last night and found some chicken lurking in the freezer and concocted a very simple dinner of grilled chicken with a load of sauteed veg in a little bit of stock and a dab of Garlic and Herb Philadelphia. Better.
I also hit the gym yesterday for my Body Balance class. It was an odd mix of being pleased on some poses that I hadn't lost flexibility over 4 weeks, and being so stiff on others that it was a real mix of pleasure and pain to attempt some of the moves. Most of that was down to the ever-increasing stiffness in my arms, shoulders, chest and back from a weekend of surfing and then wakeboarding. Mostly the wakeboarding I think.
Let me tell a little story: when we were at the lake on Sunday, Jo and I were marvelling at the display of physical
Anyway, I digress. I'm even stiffer today - even putting my rucksack on this morning to walk to work was an effort of supreme willpower over protesting muscles, but I'm going for a lunchtime plod / run round the harbour with Liz anyway. Maybe if I could just lose some more lard, getting dragged round a lake at speed by the sole strength of my arms would be easier???
Monday, 5 September 2011
Watery Fun
I'm still alive!! Wakeboarding did not in fact kill me - hoorah!
I've had a great weekend full of outdoors, fresh air, sunshine and a bit of rain. And a lot of water. The more time I spend outside doing fun stuff, the more I realise how much I enjoy it, even though I'm pretty rubbish at most of the things I do.
I'm certainly no natural surfer, and definitely not an instinctive wakeboarder, but they were both fun anyway. Well, apart from me nearly throwing a strop after I crashed straight off the dock for the 5th time in a row at the wakeboarding, and decided I couldn't do it. Mind you, I also said that after the 3rd and 4th crashes, and just decided to try it one more time anyway. Lucky I tried it for the 6th time too, as suddenly it clicked, and I was off flying round the lake. They start you on a kneeboard, so you can learn to handle the cable and steering, and you can only progress to standing up once you've got that sorted - as it happened, I didn't get as far as trying standing up, because by the time I'd had my 5 crash attempts, plus 3 successful circuits, and then swimming back ashore after each one with the board, my arms were pretty tired, but it was a lot of fun anyway.
Surfing on Saturday was also in the fun but frustrating category. We headed off quite early Saturday morning to Saunton, and hired soft boards when we got there. A few of the guys from the surf club were already there and were just coming back from a very early morning session, and there were another 4 who arrived when we did, but were mucking around on long boards at the other end of the beach from us, so we all headed in the water or back home after a bit of chat in the car-park. When I could catch the waves, I was standing up much easier, and that was great, but for some reason I'd lost the knack of catching waves and loads of my take-off attempts just ended with the wave rolling right under me. It was the same as the wakeboarding yesterday, getting frustrated and annoyed and then saying "just one more wave", and occasionally it would work, but more often not. Saturday wasn't a coaching session, so there was no one around to ask, so I kept plugging away tweaking bits, but in the end I still hadn't figured it out. Oh well, you win some, you lose some!
Other than that, I had 3 nights out (Thursday, Friday, Saturday) and spent Friday afternoon lounging round in the sun on a riverside restaurant terrace with my friend Clare (one of my newer friends from surf club). One thing I really need to get a handle on is that I can't eat whatever I like just because I've been outside doing exercise. I've noticed a bad habit of using the activity as an excuse to just chomp away with abandon afterwards. In reality, even though I might be hungry afterwards, I know I won't have burnt as many calories as I'm stuffing in my mouth, so I need to watch that. Also, buying "treat" food at the beach or even the wakeboarding centre is expensive! They know they have a captive market and they milk that. Clare and I were suggesting on Saturday, that we need to get in the habit of bringing a packed lunch from home for surfing trips. I would use the word "picnic", but that implies "treat" food again, when really it just needs to be an adequate quantity of good healthy food. Sandwiches, and maybe a flask of soup. Bananas for energy. Maybe one chocolate bar for instant energy, if needed.
I just need to do a bit more forward-planning, or I'll be un-doing a lot of good work - the scales have already jumped back up again after the weekend, and my hard-won weigh in of a week and a half ago suddenly seems a long way and in danger of sliding away from me again. I'm no higher than I was last Tuesday after the hen-party indulgence, but up from where I'd fought back to on Friday just gone.
First things first - after 4 weeks away from the gym, it's time to make a reappearance there this week - Balance today to loosen tight muscles, then some spin and maybe circuits over the next couple of days. Another short run or two this week. Careful eating. And lots of sleep and early nights, because I'm feeling tired. Less alcohol. More thought. There's a balance here somewhere - I know it.
I've had a great weekend full of outdoors, fresh air, sunshine and a bit of rain. And a lot of water. The more time I spend outside doing fun stuff, the more I realise how much I enjoy it, even though I'm pretty rubbish at most of the things I do.
I'm certainly no natural surfer, and definitely not an instinctive wakeboarder, but they were both fun anyway. Well, apart from me nearly throwing a strop after I crashed straight off the dock for the 5th time in a row at the wakeboarding, and decided I couldn't do it. Mind you, I also said that after the 3rd and 4th crashes, and just decided to try it one more time anyway. Lucky I tried it for the 6th time too, as suddenly it clicked, and I was off flying round the lake. They start you on a kneeboard, so you can learn to handle the cable and steering, and you can only progress to standing up once you've got that sorted - as it happened, I didn't get as far as trying standing up, because by the time I'd had my 5 crash attempts, plus 3 successful circuits, and then swimming back ashore after each one with the board, my arms were pretty tired, but it was a lot of fun anyway.
Surfing on Saturday was also in the fun but frustrating category. We headed off quite early Saturday morning to Saunton, and hired soft boards when we got there. A few of the guys from the surf club were already there and were just coming back from a very early morning session, and there were another 4 who arrived when we did, but were mucking around on long boards at the other end of the beach from us, so we all headed in the water or back home after a bit of chat in the car-park. When I could catch the waves, I was standing up much easier, and that was great, but for some reason I'd lost the knack of catching waves and loads of my take-off attempts just ended with the wave rolling right under me. It was the same as the wakeboarding yesterday, getting frustrated and annoyed and then saying "just one more wave", and occasionally it would work, but more often not. Saturday wasn't a coaching session, so there was no one around to ask, so I kept plugging away tweaking bits, but in the end I still hadn't figured it out. Oh well, you win some, you lose some!
Other than that, I had 3 nights out (Thursday, Friday, Saturday) and spent Friday afternoon lounging round in the sun on a riverside restaurant terrace with my friend Clare (one of my newer friends from surf club). One thing I really need to get a handle on is that I can't eat whatever I like just because I've been outside doing exercise. I've noticed a bad habit of using the activity as an excuse to just chomp away with abandon afterwards. In reality, even though I might be hungry afterwards, I know I won't have burnt as many calories as I'm stuffing in my mouth, so I need to watch that. Also, buying "treat" food at the beach or even the wakeboarding centre is expensive! They know they have a captive market and they milk that. Clare and I were suggesting on Saturday, that we need to get in the habit of bringing a packed lunch from home for surfing trips. I would use the word "picnic", but that implies "treat" food again, when really it just needs to be an adequate quantity of good healthy food. Sandwiches, and maybe a flask of soup. Bananas for energy. Maybe one chocolate bar for instant energy, if needed.
I just need to do a bit more forward-planning, or I'll be un-doing a lot of good work - the scales have already jumped back up again after the weekend, and my hard-won weigh in of a week and a half ago suddenly seems a long way and in danger of sliding away from me again. I'm no higher than I was last Tuesday after the hen-party indulgence, but up from where I'd fought back to on Friday just gone.
First things first - after 4 weeks away from the gym, it's time to make a reappearance there this week - Balance today to loosen tight muscles, then some spin and maybe circuits over the next couple of days. Another short run or two this week. Careful eating. And lots of sleep and early nights, because I'm feeling tired. Less alcohol. More thought. There's a balance here somewhere - I know it.
Friday, 2 September 2011
Judgement Day
Well, the scales have been consulted and judgement has been passed: 3lbs on this week.
If'I'm totally honest, that seems fair after the overkill of last weekend, and means I'm 3 lbs down from the high at the beginning of the week, so I have no hard feelings over it. Just time to crack on with the new week.
It's a gloriously sunny day here in Bristol, and I have yet another day off work, so after a lazy start, I'm meeting my friend Clare for lunch in the sun by the river, and it's going to be a leisurely kind of day. Then tomorrow, we're cutting away early to grab some waves on the North coast of Devon, before heading back up to town for a date tomorrow night. And Sunday is the wakeboarding - it's a nice kind of weekend!
I'm off to play in the sun - have fun!
If'I'm totally honest, that seems fair after the overkill of last weekend, and means I'm 3 lbs down from the high at the beginning of the week, so I have no hard feelings over it. Just time to crack on with the new week.
It's a gloriously sunny day here in Bristol, and I have yet another day off work, so after a lazy start, I'm meeting my friend Clare for lunch in the sun by the river, and it's going to be a leisurely kind of day. Then tomorrow, we're cutting away early to grab some waves on the North coast of Devon, before heading back up to town for a date tomorrow night. And Sunday is the wakeboarding - it's a nice kind of weekend!
I'm off to play in the sun - have fun!
Thursday, 1 September 2011
Sunny Plodding
Actually went for my second run this week at lunchtime - just another 2 and a bit mile, plodded out over half an hour of chit-chat in the sun, but it feels nice to have it done.
Good god - it's almost like a routine exercising twice in one week! :o)
Good god - it's almost like a routine exercising twice in one week! :o)
700
Bloody hell - I've just seen my blog homepage, and realised that this will be my 700th post on here! Who'd have ever thought that I would actually keep this blog alive and healthy so long. More to the point, who'd have thought I'd actually still be here fighting the good fight 2 and bit half years after I started; still learning, still progressing, and still 50-odd lbs down from where I started. I've surprised myself because, as regular readers will know, I have the worst habit of giving up on stuff. Not this time, I guess!
Anyhoo, on a slightly less positive note, it's been a bit of a draggy week. I've not quite been feeling my usual perky self, as I still feel knackered, and on top of that, it also turns out that it's the whole monthly hormonal thing (seriously, menfolk, you have no idea how lucky you are in that respect!), so I expect bad things from the scale tomorrow. My eating since getting home hasn't been bad though, and I did go for my run on Tuesday - I took it slow and steady (and shorter than usual), and managed to roll out a relatively pain-free couple of miles non-stop. My legs are now protesting though that they've not done much of that recently; they were wobbly all the way back up the stairs to my desk afterwards, and still ache a bit now.
I'm going to head out again today for another run at lunchtime with Liz, and I'm actually quite looking forward to it. A) it's sunny out, which always cheers me up, and B) as is sadly normal for this time of the month, my back aches and I feel like someone's tied a knot in something behind my right hip bone at the front, and I know that moving around helps relieve all that. I haven't been near the gym for3 nearly 4 straight weeks now, and that's probably not helping the sluggish feelings, so moving is good.
After the foodie debauchery of the weekend, I'm still finding myself avoiding anything too heavy to eat. I'm mostly sticking to pasta with veg, mushrooms on toast, that kind of thing. I've actually got dinner out tonight at a new place (for me) which has an amazing looking menu, but I have to say that right now I'm more interested in finding something light to eat, and just enjoying the conversation.
This week has flown by, as I've only been in the office for 2 days of it, and I have tomorrow off work - whoooop! The original plan was for a couple of us girls from the surf club to go on a quiet little learners' trip to somewhere like Woolacombe, and maybe come back Saturday. However, it's looking flatter than the proverbial pancake on the forecasts for tomorrow, so I'm not quite sure what the game-plan is now. Frankly, considering how much last weekend cost me, and how tired I still am, I'd be quite happy to have tomorrow and Saturday at home in Bristol, and just potter a bit. I finally managed to tidy the flat a bit last night, and it's still a shock to see how much floor I actually have in my bedroom now the numerous kit and weekend bags have been removed and put away, but there's a lot more chores still waiting to be sorted, and the luxury of sleeping in is like a siren call. On the fun and exciting front though, Sunday is a day for new things, as I try wakeboarding!
Yes, dear readers, there's nothing like the fantastic idea of sticking an accident-prone person on a snow board and dragging them across the surface of a lake via a high-speed cable .... what can possible go wrong??? :o) I'm quite excited though, as I've wanted to try this for ages, and they do wakeboarding behind the power boats (next stage up) when we're out in Egypt. I'm doing an introductory session on Sunday with Jo (good ol' Jo - she lets me talk her into all manner of things!) for 3 hours, and I'm sure there'll be a few funny stories to tell afterwards!
So that's me at the moment: a bit sleep deprived, a bit grumpily hormonal, eating light and desperately trying to save some money so I don't over-spend too drastically this month (and telling myself that the gorgeous pink kit bag from Mountain Equipment is not a necessity even if it is in the sale and half price, dammit!). Tediously normal service will be resumed shortly. Probably.
Anyhoo, on a slightly less positive note, it's been a bit of a draggy week. I've not quite been feeling my usual perky self, as I still feel knackered, and on top of that, it also turns out that it's the whole monthly hormonal thing (seriously, menfolk, you have no idea how lucky you are in that respect!), so I expect bad things from the scale tomorrow. My eating since getting home hasn't been bad though, and I did go for my run on Tuesday - I took it slow and steady (and shorter than usual), and managed to roll out a relatively pain-free couple of miles non-stop. My legs are now protesting though that they've not done much of that recently; they were wobbly all the way back up the stairs to my desk afterwards, and still ache a bit now.
I'm going to head out again today for another run at lunchtime with Liz, and I'm actually quite looking forward to it. A) it's sunny out, which always cheers me up, and B) as is sadly normal for this time of the month, my back aches and I feel like someone's tied a knot in something behind my right hip bone at the front, and I know that moving around helps relieve all that. I haven't been near the gym for
After the foodie debauchery of the weekend, I'm still finding myself avoiding anything too heavy to eat. I'm mostly sticking to pasta with veg, mushrooms on toast, that kind of thing. I've actually got dinner out tonight at a new place (for me) which has an amazing looking menu, but I have to say that right now I'm more interested in finding something light to eat, and just enjoying the conversation.
This week has flown by, as I've only been in the office for 2 days of it, and I have tomorrow off work - whoooop! The original plan was for a couple of us girls from the surf club to go on a quiet little learners' trip to somewhere like Woolacombe, and maybe come back Saturday. However, it's looking flatter than the proverbial pancake on the forecasts for tomorrow, so I'm not quite sure what the game-plan is now. Frankly, considering how much last weekend cost me, and how tired I still am, I'd be quite happy to have tomorrow and Saturday at home in Bristol, and just potter a bit. I finally managed to tidy the flat a bit last night, and it's still a shock to see how much floor I actually have in my bedroom now the numerous kit and weekend bags have been removed and put away, but there's a lot more chores still waiting to be sorted, and the luxury of sleeping in is like a siren call. On the fun and exciting front though, Sunday is a day for new things, as I try wakeboarding!
Yes, dear readers, there's nothing like the fantastic idea of sticking an accident-prone person on a snow board and dragging them across the surface of a lake via a high-speed cable .... what can possible go wrong??? :o) I'm quite excited though, as I've wanted to try this for ages, and they do wakeboarding behind the power boats (next stage up) when we're out in Egypt. I'm doing an introductory session on Sunday with Jo (good ol' Jo - she lets me talk her into all manner of things!) for 3 hours, and I'm sure there'll be a few funny stories to tell afterwards!
So that's me at the moment: a bit sleep deprived, a bit grumpily hormonal, eating light and desperately trying to save some money so I don't over-spend too drastically this month (and telling myself that the gorgeous pink kit bag from Mountain Equipment is not a necessity even if it is in the sale and half price, dammit!). Tediously normal service will be resumed shortly. Probably.
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