Things are improving at my end. I have not weighed myself yet and maybe it is not a good idea to do so BUT I have officially bought a size 18 which fits me properly instead of 20 or 22. That must mean something. My clothes fit better and I feel better too.
This post is likely to be a collection of random blahs because my thought process today lacks flow and structure. Possibly due to my fitness getting better by miles and miles. The day began with us going for a little walk 3km at the Bunyip forest, baby in a pram and all. It was only a 3 km walk but at least half of it was an upward slope and I was pushing the pram rejecting all offers of assistance by my husband. This was a shock to him as previously I have always raved and ranted and hated going bush walking. I am not a fan of the great Australian wildlife bar the koalas and kangaroos - snakes terrify me and so do all the lizards etc, being unfit does not make it any more attractive and having a buggered ankle is worse. Clearly I am changing in ways I have not ever considered because I enjoyed the little bush walk and insisted on pushing the pram as I felt that I had to add some more degree of difficulty to also make it a mini workout. Result, a little sweat and loads of fun and satisfaction. I might do this again I reckon!
I think through all the moaning and groaning I have been doing about not losing much or anything, one thing that is absolutely remarkable is the status of my fitness these days if I say so myself. I feel really fit even though clearly I have weight to shake off. I have been doing copious amounts of weight and interval training. I am also keeping a closer look at my food. I have discovered quinoa which sort of has replaced my rice, pasta and so on. I am eating loads more fibre, experimenting with a lot more recipes and basically feeling really good. I am still in shock that I am feeling like I just read a book in bed instead of wheeling a pram with a 13 kilo baby and food supplies uphill for at least half of the way. What am I doing?
I exercise my butt off 4 days a week at gym to the point where I am so hammered that I have lactic acid running through my body instead of blood. I crawl home and stagger through cooking, bathing baby and putting her to bed - of course I have immense support from my husband in all these chores. I have also tried to start writing a food diary which has been a hit and a miss but essentially I now report to my trainer and tell him what I am or have eaten, in particular the bad stuff. I am eating loads of salads and even then I am not eating enough vegetable and salad to make 5 serves! That should tell you that I am definitely not going hungry.
The bush walk today gave me a lot of confidence. I think I don't mind the idea of going again and maybe also going for a long bicycle ride with hubby for a few days might be in the pipeline. I feel fit enough to not feel like the class slow-coach. The new strategy starting tomorrow has to be to now get back to monitoring fat too now that sugar is somewhat okay (though not perfect still). Week 1 of my fitness week has come and gone and now to week 2 woohoo.
I look at my self in the mirror and although I can still see changes, the scary thing is that I have such a long long way to go. That really bothers me and bugs me. I know quick fixes are what have buggered my body and so I do not want to do them again - it has to be done the right way - slow and steady - but then will I last that long? sometimes that is an easy yes and sometimes not.
Ah well tonight I am high on myself and so I will enjoy it instead of thinking dark thoughts - best of luck to all for the week ahead - I know I need the luck!
