Guilt

Alright, I have been VERY quite as of late. Bad (BAD) blogger.
Not a lot has been going on to be quite honest, I've been working and that sort of thing, tiresome life getting in the way.

Two major new things;
1) I started Lite N Easy
2) I joined Curves

Well, firstly I knew I was unfit but this brings it into such harsh reality. I want to DIE doing tough cardio workouts, in fact I think I may do so one day. The resistance, and muscle toning isn’t too bad, far few less feelings of impending death.
I lack motivation to get there but once I am there I feel glad that I did.

Lite N Easy, has its advantages and draw backs. I’ve been eating it for three weeks now – STUPIDLY I neglected to weigh myself at home and instead got myself weighed at the gym so I don’t know what I have actually lost!
The breakfasts, lunches and snacks are fantastic. Love not having to spend time preparing something decent to eat.
I am however, over the dinners. The dinners are yummy (don’t get me wrong they do make some misses, avoid the Salmon Teriyaki!!) but by their own merits, they are not cooked fresh, and are generally covered in gravy, I assume to keep it moist when cooked.

In other news, I managed to snag some rather nifty tickets to a certain car racing event held annually in Bathurst... apprently Circuit Admission Paddock passes are cool?

Soup Update!

Well...

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday lagged along painfully without a hint of cheating (on wednesday I had four cashews BUT come on!)
Until Thurday night, when I went out for dinner & had grilled chicken salad at Sumo Salad - passable I thought.
I COULDN'T face soup for lunch today, so I decided to spread my chicken consumption over two meals, and had another chicken salad for lunch.
Although apprently I am not allowed salad today, but mixed salad leaves, tomato, carrot and cucumber isn't going to send me over the edge I don't think.

I think this diet works through crushing your will to live. I have lost nearly 2.5 kilos. Which is good, I guess but I was really hoping for some more bang for my buck.
The thought of starting hardcore again is OUT of the question but I really want to try and shift some more.

Life as a Soup Eatter

My health plan out the window, after too many free chocolate bars I decided drastic action was required.

So Monday I started the much famed and loathed Soup Diet.

On Sunday I readied myself, I chopped and cooked a vat of vegetables, prepared fresh fruit salad for the days I was allowed fruit and mentally resigned myself not to cheat.

Day One; Monday, was moral superiority, sunshine and goodness oozing from my pores as I consumed nothing but fresh fruit and the then delicious vegetable soup.

Day Two; Yesterday, was less great. I sucked it up and had soup for breakfast on the all vege day. Soup for breakfast, lunch and dinner to be precise. Steamed veggies for dinner were alright along with a YUMMY POTATO! Not happy, but I rewarded myself with a flat white and the thought I've lost 1.5kgs so far.

Day Three; Today. Got totally ahead of myself, I thought today was banana day and was looking forward to banana smoothy for breakfast but then got shot out of the water when I realised that is tomorrow. Fruit salad for breakfast, soup and salad for lunch and more bloody veggies and soup for dinner. Must remember my steely resolve.

Day Four; Tomorrow. I might be counting my chickens before they hatch but I feel positive about tommorow. It is banana smoothy day after all, and I think I can hack through! And with the thought of pritikin banana ice cream as a reward.
NB; ice cream may just be a banana mashed until creamy.

Day Five; Friday. Now I already know this is shot out of the water. So I am going to have the soup for breakfast, and morning tea because we are having a late (potentially boozy) farewell lunch at work.

Potential for extending the diet an extra day to compensate.

Day Six & Seven; The Weekend. Oh people please help me. What am I to do? Must be good, must be good. Pity I don't drive or I'd have perfect reason to be designated driver.

Cure worse than the malady?

I've recently had a spate of unfortunate health issues.

At the commencement of my new job, I got a cold. Plowing through my new job sneezing and coughing, and taking over the counter psudoephedrine based products to lessen my pain. Codral and it's ilk have a funny affect on me, I get jumpy when people approach me and end up hanging onto the ceiling like a cartoon cat.
For two weeks, I persisted with the coughing and fevers at 2pm, jumping around like a paranoid junkie before I bit the bullet and saw the doctor.
It ended up I had a chest infection, which he prescribed a short course of strong antibiotics for which left me feeling nauseous (and poor as they were OVER TWENTY DOLLARS) and eventually during the end of the course left me with another unpleasant result of taking antibiotics... if you know what I mean.

SO! Four weeks into my new job and I am healthy, cashed up and jazzed to have a night out on the town with a girlfriend.
After careful budgeting, we stay in the city, go shopping, have dinner then make our way through five nightclubs drinking cocktails and generally making merry.
Leaving the last night club in the wee hours of the morning, we were making our way through the giant throng and my five inch heel makes contact with an invisible four inch hole.
This (at the time) relatively pain free event goes mostly unnoticed until several hours of walking the next day where my foot swells to the size of a football and I cannot walk on it without violent pain.
Kindly my boss insists I go over to the doctor, where she tells me I have probably 'just fractured' the little bones on the bottom of my foot and tells me to get crutches to rest the injury and revisit on Wednesday if it still hurts on Wednesday for an xray.
SO becrutched I hobble back to the office. As it turns out, I am massively rubbish at using crutches (surprise, I think not).
Not only am I still putting weight on my foot, my arms hurt from hauling myself around.
And I am paying $65 for the privilege.

Life as a Bad starter

Kicking self in bottom, had packet of pizza shapes after lunch :(

Ignored apple merrily in favour of pizza shapes.

Perhaps a job where snack food and confectionery samples are lying around en masse should not be in correlation with a junk food junkie and a new food plan. *SIGH*

And thanks to Dataceptionist for words of encouragment and tips - definatly true and good to consider food consumption as a matter or perspective.

Also work related mini rant, Richmond trains are horse shit. I've caught the peak train for Parramatta four times now, and am really worried at how agro I got tonight.

FOUR Penrith trains and TWO Blue Mountains trains came in between the 26 minute window I was standing waiting.

Where is the synchronicity here? Four trains (not including the fact that the Mountains trains go to the Riff) going to one location every 6 and a half minutes is vulgar.

Perhaps only less vulgar than the sardine can masquerading as a train which arrived in place of the Richmond train.

I am drafting a sharply worded letter to John Aqualina (our local MP, who occasionally shows his face at the train station) or Michael Costa, because if they think cutting 400 CITY RAIL JOBS is the answer to aid the flailing and ailing rail infrastructure they have another thing coming.

Cutting off dead wood is one thing, cutting the plant off at the ground is another.

Salads, Excercise, Action!!

Oh bother.

Friday night was talking about weighty issues with my friend, and how an acquaintance who is quite pretty and a little bit heavy, weighs 100kg - which shocked me (and gave me an internal happy, yes horrible I know.)

*aside* This weekend has comprised entirely of cheese, biscuits, sweeties and alcohol - v.bad.

Of course I would be lying like a rug if part of my motivation wasn't to shed kilos but I have also become annoyingly aware of how unfit I have become *GR*

In attempt to reverse this, I have identified my main problems areas:

LACK OF MOTIVATION, not wanting to be unfit should be motivation itself.

LACK OF WILL POWER, delicious things are so irresistible - but it only takes 2 weeks to break yourself of a habit (apparently) and I have taken a healthy lunch to work despite the plethora of yummy food surrounding.

I don't want to count calories, I personally don't think it is a healthy outlook to have as this can lead to obsession. As such I have ruled out, Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers because its all quite points/units obsessive.

I know what is healthy and what is not, I know when I am eating something bad for me and am not blinded by '99% fat free' promises and misleading advertising to convince people something is good when it isn't.

I've considered the notion of a morning only Tony Ferguson plan, because I am a bit crap at having a good breakfast and can manage a decent lunch and dinner.

MY HEALTH PLAN (don't use the D word, because diets do not work, one needs to change whole outlook)

SO STARTING IMMEDIATELY; I AM DOING THE FOLLOWING -

Cutting out processed foods

No white bread

Limit chocolate intake

No fast food *potentially unrealistic

Minimising coffee/tea to ONE cup with only TWO sugars

Drink 2lts water

And the ever dreaded GYM route must be explored I suppose. I hate gyms, I think they are boring and I start to feel like a hamster running on an exercises wheel.

But there are two on my way home from work (a must becuase I won't go if I have to inconvenience myself) Curves and Fernwood. All depends on cost I suppose.

OH GOODNESS! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! thoughts?