As I type this I have just been invited out to dinner, and to Sizzler of all places. Not quite in accordance with my new plan of attack to get back on track. This is my wake up call blog. I recently finished a term of bootcamp and I knew I had gone a little astray but my measurements showed it too, a couple of extra centimetres all over. I knew it but seeing those figures hit home. If I continue on the destructive path that I am on, I will find myself back where I started. Unhappy and overweight.
Weigh in today as me weighing 71kg, this is 4kg above where I have been comfortably sitting for the last 12 months. Plus it took a lot of blood sweat and tears to get there and I don't want to have gone through all that for nought. The plan is simply to drop those 4kg, as well as losing the centimetres that I have gained in the first instance. Once I accomplish this I will reassess these goals. I know the number on the scales is the be all and end all but for me I'm much more comfortable knowing that I am sitting below that 70kg mark and 67kg gives me a bit of a buffer. Once I get to that mark, I will then focus on the centimetres and the toning again.
My nemesis is my food, there is no simple way to say this, it has gone to poop. I have lost control of my control, emotional eating and boredom eating has completely taken over. I would be happy if I was choosing healthier options when this was happening but the chips, chocolate and icecream, have well and truly crept back in with avengence. Pasta is another one of my downfalls, we eat a lot of it in my household. Purely and simply as I know Miss 7 will eat it. I love her to pieces but she is the worlds pickiest eater. I'm not a fan of a multiple cook up for dinner, I am a single mum who works predominantly fulltime, so I definitely don't have the time for that.
Finding something we will all eat and that is lower in calories is my goal. I'm currently experimenting with some new recipes from a series called the Bikini Cookbook and getting Miss 7 to help with the prep where she can. I have also told her to be my little coach, the voice to tell me to step away from the fridge, swap that soft drink for water, go for a run, that kind of thing. She is very keen with this idea, she will make a great personal trainer.
I've also found my exercise intensity has reduced quite significantly and my motivation to get moving is seriously missing in action. I am currently (not counting the week just gone, which was a major slack attack and the case of conflicting schedules) going to the gym three days a week for a 1 hour boot camp style workout group and a 1 hour pole dancing class. I would like to start running again, however I struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I have set up the treadmill (which I assembled on my own, was pretty chuffed with that effort, especially given the atrocious instructions) and really have no excuses, just slackness. My ideal would be to do three run/walk sessions a week and a weights session as well. I need to find some tricks to get me out of the bed and moving again.
One thing is for sure if I want to find my happy place again, I need to act now, it's time to clean up my act and get moving. No more excuses. I want to be a role model for my girls. I want them to look at me and see that if they put their mind to it, they can do anything. It starts now!!!