Effective weight-loss days: 25
Days to wedding: 30
Yes, I know, I missed a day.
Yesterday started at 5:30am and ended when I collapsed into bed at around 9 pm. That was after sitting here finalising on line invitations until 11:45 pm on Thursday night. It was some time this morning that I realised I had forgotten to write anything.
Today started at 4:30 am - Glen left for a ride at 5:30. I didn't bother going back to bed - the dogs and I went to get water. I like the early morning here; all you can hear are the birds. We sit in the car while the water tank fills and listen to a Chakra-clearing meditation by Doreen Virtue. I know it's probably my imagination but it seems to me that the dogs get very mellow when I play the meditation.
When we got home, I ate some breakfast and watered the plants (still no sign of any decent rain) then psyched myself up for another Barre conditioning session... oh boy, that one is still hard! I thought about packing it in about half way through but kept going. The thigh burn is phenomenal but I need that - ex-ballet thighs are not pretty once gravity starts to get hold of them. They start to collect around your knees! Anyway, I think it's working so I'll keep at it and eventually I won't feel like throwing up half way through.
Monday is Labour Day so I'll check the gym calendar to see if they will be open. Otherwise, I'll have to postpone weigh-in until Tuesday. I've been diligent with my eating - bought a HUGE amount of fresh veg and fruit and absolutely no processed food yesterday - and on top of exercising every day, I've been working in the garden most days so I'm hopeful that I've lost a little bit.
Small side note:
This stuff is really innocuous, I know. I'm sorry. You see, I have a lot to say - years worth really - but I've also spent most of my life being afraid of the consequences of speaking my mind. Being afraid that I will say the wrong thing or that what I say will cause ridicule - that people will like me less if they actually know me. So, I'm torn here; between wanting to write and being afraid to say anything meaningful. That's why there was such a large gap between when I started this blog and these posts. But I figure that, if I just start writing (even crap like this), I might be able to push past this bullshit and put my scarred ego aside long enough to make a valid contribution. So, can I ask a favour? Please, don't comment on my posts. Not yet. You see, if you leave a positive comment, I won't believe you - I will think you are just trying to be nice and it will make me aware that someone is out there. If you say something less complimentary - well, as someone once said - 'the bad stuff is easier to believe' and that will be the end of me.
I'm tired. Going to bed.
Saturday 4 October 2014
Thursday 2 October 2014
Wedding Countdown... busy, busy, busy!
Effective weight-loss days: 27
Days to wedding: 32
Can't talk now. Busy fighting with my abominable download speed while trying to create and edit after-wedding party invitations. A friend put me on to Paperless Post, so I'm giving that a go.
Tell you all about it tomorrow.
Days to wedding: 32
Can't talk now. Busy fighting with my abominable download speed while trying to create and edit after-wedding party invitations. A friend put me on to Paperless Post, so I'm giving that a go.
Tell you all about it tomorrow.
Wednesday 1 October 2014
Wedding Countdown: temptations abound!
29 Days until we leave for Fiji.
33 Days until the wedding.
Today I was reminded of how much I use food as a crutch to prop myself up when everything goes pear-shaped - or even slightly out of the ordinary!
I won't go into details but suffice to say a rather annoying email from a certain faculty member had me craving something, hell, ANYTHING sweet today! I can, however, proudly state 'I did not succumb!' I followed the same activity and eating plan as yesterday (mainly because I haven't been grocery shopping yet), managed to get through a whole Barre Conditioning DVD class (oh boy, that was a challenge!) AND went to Breathe this evening.
Therein lay the second temptation of the day; the scales. But I have set myself this challenge and that generally steals my resolve enough to overcome these pesky thorns, so I can also say 'I did not give in to the temptation to sneak a peak at the scales'.
What's the big deal about not weighing myself more than once a week? I don't know about blokes but most women know that their weight can fluctuate quite significantly from one day to the next. Weighing in once a week is really a bit of a stretch - given the monthly roller coaster ride our hormones take us on but it's a compromise between accuracy and accountability - since a month is a very long time to go without feedback. If I had weighed myself tonight (a mere 2 days after my initial weigh-in) I could have found one of three things; 1. I am still 59 kg; 2. I am less than 59 kg or; 3. I am more than 59kg. Both the first and last outcomes would do nothing to improve my resolve so the odds are not in favour of premature weigh-ins!
So here I am at the end of a long day, thoroughly exhausted but also just a little proud of myself for making such a sterling effort. Now to transfer some of that resolve to completing invitations and some beading work for my wedding cuff! We've left it way too late for printed invitations so I'm taking my dearest friend's advice and researching electronic options. More on that later.
33 Days until the wedding.
Today I was reminded of how much I use food as a crutch to prop myself up when everything goes pear-shaped - or even slightly out of the ordinary!
I won't go into details but suffice to say a rather annoying email from a certain faculty member had me craving something, hell, ANYTHING sweet today! I can, however, proudly state 'I did not succumb!' I followed the same activity and eating plan as yesterday (mainly because I haven't been grocery shopping yet), managed to get through a whole Barre Conditioning DVD class (oh boy, that was a challenge!) AND went to Breathe this evening.
Therein lay the second temptation of the day; the scales. But I have set myself this challenge and that generally steals my resolve enough to overcome these pesky thorns, so I can also say 'I did not give in to the temptation to sneak a peak at the scales'.
What's the big deal about not weighing myself more than once a week? I don't know about blokes but most women know that their weight can fluctuate quite significantly from one day to the next. Weighing in once a week is really a bit of a stretch - given the monthly roller coaster ride our hormones take us on but it's a compromise between accuracy and accountability - since a month is a very long time to go without feedback. If I had weighed myself tonight (a mere 2 days after my initial weigh-in) I could have found one of three things; 1. I am still 59 kg; 2. I am less than 59 kg or; 3. I am more than 59kg. Both the first and last outcomes would do nothing to improve my resolve so the odds are not in favour of premature weigh-ins!
So here I am at the end of a long day, thoroughly exhausted but also just a little proud of myself for making such a sterling effort. Now to transfer some of that resolve to completing invitations and some beading work for my wedding cuff! We've left it way too late for printed invitations so I'm taking my dearest friend's advice and researching electronic options. More on that later.
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