Where to from here?

Tonight, I’ve crawled out from under my duvet to bare my heart, soul, and cellulite (metaphorically speaking).

I need help. 

I have an email from WordPress in my inbox telling me that my domain name is coming up for renewal and, do I want to renew it?
I don’t know.
Do I?
I have until mid-Jan to decide.

I haven’t posted on here in a long time.  In over two months, which is ridiculous.
Sure, I’ve thought about it.  But never actually wrote anything.  Because it’s felt like I haven’t actually done anything.

This reminder has prompted me to at least put those thoughts into writing.  Even if I don’t continue with the blog.  I’ve always found some benefit in committing my thoughts to writing – regardless of whether I even read them again.

Today, 16 December 2014 – only 9 days out from Christmas – I am the biggest I’ve been in over two years.  And I hate it.  

This morning, I stepped on the scales at 77kg.
My heaviest weight (on record) was 82kg, though… I did just stop checking the scales at that point.

The last time I was this weight I was genuinely unhappy with my lot.  I was living with a guy who was suffocating and manipulative – a truly unhealthy relationship that I did not see for what it was until the end, and even then, not for a long time after.

Now, I’m seeing an awesome guy who – while frustrating at times (because, who isn’t?) – is encouraging and supportive.   The kind of guy you wanna take home because you know he’ll get Mum and Dad’s seal of approval.

It couldn’t be more different now, but sometimes there’s a quiet, nagging voice in the back of my head that asks if this is the same thing all over again.

The rational me tell the nagging voice to sod off, but the thing about the sub-conscious is that it lingers.  So I eat.  Lots.

The real problem is my relationship with food – and the gym.

I’ve always joked that it would be too easy for me to become an alcoholic.  A terrible ‘joke’ because it’s a disease that shouldn’t be laughed at.  But it was more a recognition that I have this addictive streak that quickly overwhelms me.

The reality is, I’m addicted to sugar.  My body is existing on cr*p food because that is what I shovel into it day in and day out.  It’s fuel, but it isn’t food.  It’s definitely not the right fuel for the job.

Tonight I chowed through an entire packet of mallowpuffs.  You know, the packets that should take a family a couple of days to get through – I ate one in an hour.  Because I finished work and that’s all my body wanted to do.  I found myself on auto-pilot to the supermarket biscuit aisle when I should have been walking to the gym.  I had all my gear there with me – I’d packed it all especially.  But I just toted it into the supermarket with me, and straight back home so I could get my sugar fix.

This happens all the time.

And, I know I can cut out the sugar – I’ve done it before! But right now, in this moment, the concept is incomprehensible.  It doesn’t feel like that was me.  I feel so removed from that.  The positivity in the other posts on this blog – I don’t remember those feelings.  I know I wrote them.  But I don’t remember the feelings that would serve as some nice, positive reinforcement right about now.

My abs hurt all the time.  Not from the gym, but from the constant bloating.

Logically, I know it’s my diet (and lack of exercise!) but there’s a mental brick wall between the ‘knowing’ and the ‘doing’.  I suspect this is how smokers feel when they’re bombarded with anti-smoking advertising… you know its wrong, but you just can’t stop.

It’s been a loooooong time since I’ve gone to the gym in any consistent pattern.  It used to be that I’d get there at least a couple of times, because I had personal training once a week and just going once was ‘stupid’.

My trainer dumped me.  
Via SMS.
The day we were meant to be having our session.
After rescheduling on me 3 times in as many days the week before.

I suspect I have a bit of a sub-conscious “eff-ewe” reaction going on there, which doesn’t help.

So where does that leave me now?
Honestly, I don’t know.
What can I do?
I know what I should do.
I know that I have done it before.
But, how do I get the motivation back?  How do I find my mojo?
Because, at the moment, I just think about my legs in my gym pants and I want to go cry in bed with a block of chocolate and bottle of ginger beer.

Is it any wonder?

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This is $30 of food.  Well, $29.16 to be exact. 

On minimum wage,  a person would have to work 3 hours to afford this with their take-home,  after-tax pay.   There’s no way you could feed a family on this.

Is it any wonder that people aren’t eating healthy anymore?

For the same money I could’ve brought several bottles of fizzy drink,  half a dozen bags of potato chips, a week’s worth of instant noodles, and a couple of chocolate bars,  if they’re on sale. 

Granted, smoked salmon isn’t the cheapest choice but it was really cheap today.  This isn’t my usual shop – but it’s about right for pricing.

I can see why taking the family to McDonald’s can be a cheaper option.

Jeepers.
Is it just here, or do you face the same thing where you are too?

Setting Up My Roll

Last week I was stuck in bed nursing the worst ‘flu/cold/mess I’ve had in years.  I feel much better now, thankfully.  And I think that has soooooo much to do with my awesome new workplace – I was able to take 3 full days out to just get better.  I never felt I could do that at my old job.

This new job is also very encouraging when it comes to staff hitting the gym at lunch, or finishing on time to go after work.   There are a few proper athletes in the ranks, too.  My boss has a couple of full Ironman’s under his belt and has competed internationally.  

So when I committed to daily workouts, I got high fives all round.  

Today is day two, and I’m looking forward to seeing how big the streak will get.  Without being silly about it.  Because there will always be times she working out does more harm than good.

I’m excited.

Have you done something similar?
How many days did you get in a row? 
What did you do to keep motivated?
Did you end up learning or finding something new?  Is it part of your regular routine now?

So many questions.

Walking Lunges Will Be The Death of Me

There’s nothing glamorous about a walking lunge.  Sure, if you’ve got it happening in all the right places, you’ll certainly be showing them places off.  But it’s not like pole dancing.  You look like a drunk fool struggling to carry your groceries.

Well, at least I do.  Wobbling side to side the whole time.

So you can image my audible groan as my trainer told me my new plan starts on the treadmill.  With walking lunges.

Walking lunges on the treadmill?!

They’re like this:

But my plan has some variations:

  • I don’t look like that.
  • I have the speed up.  3km/hr.
  • I have the incline down.
  • I don’t look like that.
  • I am under strict instructions to hold the treadmill at all times (though, I think that has more to do with my coordination… see above)
  • I alternate 50 lunges with 1 min running (hence the treadmill)
  • I don’t look like that

Once you get past the looking-like-an-idiot part, they’re actually not that bad.  You get your lunges in without having to worry about getting in peoples way.

Have you ever tried it?
Have you ever tried something similar?

Thoughts?  Feelings?  Burning desires?

New Week, New Plan, New Amy

Today I had my first official weigh-in in weeks. 6pm. Be there or be square.

All day, I was worried. Work was a good distraction, but every now and then I’d remember my after-work plans and my heart would start racing. I can only imagine how many calories I burned just sitting at my desk before lunch.

Finally, 5 o’clock rolled around and it was time to pack up my desk and head across town to the gym.

Uh oh.
Oh poop.
Damn. Damn.
Ooooh no.

Bugger it.
Amy! Suck it up!

I was soooooo nervous. I haven’t been that nervous in so, so long.
There was physical shaking.

Then I stood on the scales and the clock stopped. Not literally, but I held my breath and didn’t look at the number as it clicked over.

600g down, Aims.

Sorry, what? That’s not possible.
I’ve been eating nothing but chocolate since Easter.
And there was so much alcohol when I quit my job.

I did burn a lot of calories today.

Turns out all my measurements have dropped – albeit only slightly. And only a small portion of that was muscle.

We agreed that my goal for the next weigh in was to drop 1.5kg of fat. In six weeks. Totally do-able, but it’ll mean sticking to healthier habits.

I have a new training plan, too. 6 days a week, with activity levels if varying degrees. Plenty of weights, and cardio to boot. But I’ll delve into the plan in greater detail another day.

The point of this post is; even when things aren’t going to plan, they’re not as bad as they seem!

Deep breaths – I’ll sleep better tonight!

Yee Gawd

Oh My Behind.

This evening I did my first RPM session in forever and my butt is not pleased.  Not one bit.

But I’m not giving up!  I’ve settled down for the evening, with a big tea-for-one mug o’ chamomile goodness and a credit card ready to buy some padded shorts.

Look how pretty it is!

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(the teapot/mug combo, not the credit card – obviously)

My Plan

Tonight I posted my 100th #100happydays photo to Instagram.  It wasn’t a well thought out photo.  It wasn’t posed for.  There was no planning, staging or even smiling.  It’s a terrible photo.  Taken while walking out of the gym, in poor lighting, on my phone.

It was a screenshot of a snapchat I’d sent to a few friends on my way home:

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See – terrible.

But I’m so proud, it’s not funny.  Proud of the photo.  Proud of the PB.  Proud that I got through the whole 100 days.  I started something and I finished it!

And it’s the boost I needed to get back on track.

There is a fire under my butt now, and Im going to make the most of it.

I have my regular PT session tomorrow, an RPM (spin) class booked for Thursday, and another one in mind for Saturday morning.

Curbing my eating is going to be the hard part – eventually I want to be back eating sugar-free, but Im taking baby steps to get back there.  No cold turkey, or I’ll never get there.  It helps that one of my new colleagues is doing the plan at the moment – company in (the initial) misery!

So here’s to a better July!