I lost 500g, nothing amazing. So have gone from 61.7kg to 61.2kg. After a whole week of exercise and trying to eat healthy I feel a bit let down. Sometimes I have to adopt this way of thinking – Be thankful for what you can be thankful for, and that is losing 500g and not putting on 500g.
Robert and I went over to my mums for dinner. We mowed the lawn for her (first time I’ve ever attempted anything like lawn mowing!) Then she served a DELICIOUS meal of chicken thighs stuffed with roasted capsicum & pinenuts, wrapped in bacon… baked potatoes, mushrooms, corn cobs and those little oven rolls. Yumness. After that I went home and baked chocolate pie for his parents (they’re back today!) But it needed to be taste tested because I just can’t give people baked stuff without knowing it tastes okay. FYI it tasted good. And I could feel my thighs expanding as it melted in my mouth.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Changes
these abdominal workouts every morning may finally be paying off… after swimming last night (we have started swimming every night) Robert commented on the definition of my abs! Woohoo. So it’s still a “1 pack” and not the 6 pack I’m after (or even a 4 pack will do!) but it just goes to show I’m doing something right…
Robert’s mum & dad get back from Thailand tomorrow. I suppose it will be a takeaway dinner, I’m not going to deprive myself of it but I will be careful. Sometimes the problem is them saying “Have some more Holly, have some more” and not being able to say No without maybe offending them… okay maybe I should ask them to try and help me by not offering me bad food all the time.
Robert’s mum & dad get back from Thailand tomorrow. I suppose it will be a takeaway dinner, I’m not going to deprive myself of it but I will be careful. Sometimes the problem is them saying “Have some more Holly, have some more” and not being able to say No without maybe offending them… okay maybe I should ask them to try and help me by not offering me bad food all the time.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
History pt. II
This is really boring… but I guess nobody will ever read this so it’s only me who’s going to be bored reading it!
My weight loss journey is becoming tough. At the moment, I feel that it’s Do or Die and if I don’t conquer it I never will.
I used to be 52kg and my mum used to say I should lose weight. Looking back, 52kg is way too small for me. I probably would never be able to maintain that weight now. In fact, I would be a skeleton! So slowly my weight crept up to 55kg and then 57kg, then I sat comfortably (but unhappily) at 60kg. I guess to everyone else I looked fine but to me, I could see what I looked like without clothes on and all I saw was fat thighs. Anyway, in 2003 I moved into a flat and spent a good part of that year binge drinking, curing hangovers with McDonalds and removing fresh food from my diet completely. I cannot even remember cooking dinner at night, except once or twice. I stacked on over 10kg in less than a year, and the only reason I noticed was because I happened to glance in the mirror and see fresh stretch marks on my “love handle” area (which now, thanks to daily use of Bio Oil are almost invisible). This totally crushed me as I realised how big I was and was so used to having a flat, toned, love handle-free stomach! My (then) boyfriend bought me a 6month gym membership which, thinking back was the equivalent of taking $450 and burning it. I felt so fat I was too embarrassed to go to the gym. I am sure I put on more weight, but was too scared to stand on the scales. After my relationship ended, I moved home. I didn’t have a car then, so in order to get to work Monday to Friday I had to train. I would get dropped at the train station in the morning, and once it arrived in town I would have to walk 1.3km uphill to work. After work, I’d then have to power walk the same 1.3km’s to catch the next train (which left me seriously sweating and red in the face). Once it pulled into my station, there was no one to pick me up so I’d have to walk 3km home. It took me 35minutes if I walked fast, and a good part of it was uphill. Some days I would walk an extra km. One day I went to the doctor, who weighed me. I was absolutely shocked to hear I was 65kg. I had lost 5kg without even realising! But then it dawned on me I’d been doing so much walking, combined with a very healthy diet. Suddenly I felt very determined to lose more weight. I didn’t have a goal weight or anything though. Every day I weighed myself (which isn’t always good…) and every day I was lighter. I was surprised at how easy it was. Eventually after 2 months I got down to 57kg. (Once I was on the “severe food poisoning” diet for a week and got down to 54kg but that was short lived when I could eat again). My weight plateaued at 57kg. I saw 56.9 for one day but after reaching 57kg, I couldn’t lose anymore without eating a very, very strict diet. I maintained this weight for about a year. In December 2005, I went to Australia with my current boyfriend and forgot all about exercise. When we flew home, I was relieved to see I hadn’t gained weight. I totally lost interest in exercise and careful eating but after months of this I still stayed at 57kg. Eventually this bad behaviour caught up with me and at Christmas 2006 I found myself weighing in at 61.7kg. This has shocked me into losing weight again. Because I’m barely 156cm tall even 1 extra kilo shows on my body. My goal is 57kg or less. I’ve been there before so I know it’s possible.
My weight loss journey is becoming tough. At the moment, I feel that it’s Do or Die and if I don’t conquer it I never will.
I used to be 52kg and my mum used to say I should lose weight. Looking back, 52kg is way too small for me. I probably would never be able to maintain that weight now. In fact, I would be a skeleton! So slowly my weight crept up to 55kg and then 57kg, then I sat comfortably (but unhappily) at 60kg. I guess to everyone else I looked fine but to me, I could see what I looked like without clothes on and all I saw was fat thighs. Anyway, in 2003 I moved into a flat and spent a good part of that year binge drinking, curing hangovers with McDonalds and removing fresh food from my diet completely. I cannot even remember cooking dinner at night, except once or twice. I stacked on over 10kg in less than a year, and the only reason I noticed was because I happened to glance in the mirror and see fresh stretch marks on my “love handle” area (which now, thanks to daily use of Bio Oil are almost invisible). This totally crushed me as I realised how big I was and was so used to having a flat, toned, love handle-free stomach! My (then) boyfriend bought me a 6month gym membership which, thinking back was the equivalent of taking $450 and burning it. I felt so fat I was too embarrassed to go to the gym. I am sure I put on more weight, but was too scared to stand on the scales. After my relationship ended, I moved home. I didn’t have a car then, so in order to get to work Monday to Friday I had to train. I would get dropped at the train station in the morning, and once it arrived in town I would have to walk 1.3km uphill to work. After work, I’d then have to power walk the same 1.3km’s to catch the next train (which left me seriously sweating and red in the face). Once it pulled into my station, there was no one to pick me up so I’d have to walk 3km home. It took me 35minutes if I walked fast, and a good part of it was uphill. Some days I would walk an extra km. One day I went to the doctor, who weighed me. I was absolutely shocked to hear I was 65kg. I had lost 5kg without even realising! But then it dawned on me I’d been doing so much walking, combined with a very healthy diet. Suddenly I felt very determined to lose more weight. I didn’t have a goal weight or anything though. Every day I weighed myself (which isn’t always good…) and every day I was lighter. I was surprised at how easy it was. Eventually after 2 months I got down to 57kg. (Once I was on the “severe food poisoning” diet for a week and got down to 54kg but that was short lived when I could eat again). My weight plateaued at 57kg. I saw 56.9 for one day but after reaching 57kg, I couldn’t lose anymore without eating a very, very strict diet. I maintained this weight for about a year. In December 2005, I went to Australia with my current boyfriend and forgot all about exercise. When we flew home, I was relieved to see I hadn’t gained weight. I totally lost interest in exercise and careful eating but after months of this I still stayed at 57kg. Eventually this bad behaviour caught up with me and at Christmas 2006 I found myself weighing in at 61.7kg. This has shocked me into losing weight again. Because I’m barely 156cm tall even 1 extra kilo shows on my body. My goal is 57kg or less. I’ve been there before so I know it’s possible.
Monday, January 8, 2007
the daily grind
7am breakfast:
34g uncle toby's rolled oats (have found myself enjoying this as I feel full longer)
1/4 cup full fat milk (can't stand the taste of full fat, there was nothing else in the fridge)
1/2 cup boiled water
8am caffeine injection, trim milk. I have significantly cut down on my coffee consumption. I used to have several (5ish) cups of it per day with 2 -3 teaspoons of coffee. No sugar, but way too much coffee!
10am morning tea:
1 small doris plum
1-2 mouthfulls of tinned mandarin (juices drained)
1pm lunch:
big helping of mesculan salad (no dressing)
85g lemon & cracked pepper tuna (does not taste good to me at the best of times but had nothing else)
4 baby beetroots seasoned in spices (Mmmm, I could've easily eaten the whole tin but resisted)
2pm water consumption:
1.2L (including 200mL in my coffee)
3pm afternoon:
Undecided as I usually skip this meal but if I'm really hungry, maybe a yoghurt
7pm Dinner:
chicken
Chicken Tonight sweet & sour sauce
rice (I usually guess with portion size but will aim for 1/2 to 1 cup only)
Exercise:
This morning I crunched my way through between 5 and 10 minutes of abdominal exercises, mostly focusing on the lower abs. It doesn't sound like much but it feels like it!
After work I have to sweep for about 20minutes, which tends to work my obliques.
After dinner, I will endeavour to use the rowing machine for 10minutes...
34g uncle toby's rolled oats (have found myself enjoying this as I feel full longer)
1/4 cup full fat milk (can't stand the taste of full fat, there was nothing else in the fridge)
1/2 cup boiled water
8am caffeine injection, trim milk. I have significantly cut down on my coffee consumption. I used to have several (5ish) cups of it per day with 2 -3 teaspoons of coffee. No sugar, but way too much coffee!
10am morning tea:
1 small doris plum
1-2 mouthfulls of tinned mandarin (juices drained)
1pm lunch:
big helping of mesculan salad (no dressing)
85g lemon & cracked pepper tuna (does not taste good to me at the best of times but had nothing else)
4 baby beetroots seasoned in spices (Mmmm, I could've easily eaten the whole tin but resisted)
2pm water consumption:
1.2L (including 200mL in my coffee)
3pm afternoon:
Undecided as I usually skip this meal but if I'm really hungry, maybe a yoghurt
7pm Dinner:
chicken
Chicken Tonight sweet & sour sauce
rice (I usually guess with portion size but will aim for 1/2 to 1 cup only)
Exercise:
This morning I crunched my way through between 5 and 10 minutes of abdominal exercises, mostly focusing on the lower abs. It doesn't sound like much but it feels like it!
After work I have to sweep for about 20minutes, which tends to work my obliques.
After dinner, I will endeavour to use the rowing machine for 10minutes...
History
This is what I've weighed through the years - 2004 was the worst (I am 156cm tall)
2002: 55kg
2003: 60kg
2004: 70kg
2005: 57kg
2006: 61kg
Goal
2007: 55kg
2002: 55kg
2003: 60kg
2004: 70kg
2005: 57kg
2006: 61kg
Goal
2007: 55kg
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