A lesson learnt

If you've only eaten a salad all day (not due to diet, due to ridiculous day at work) and then you go for PT, you may feel like you will projectile vomit after 25 minutes on the running machine. Thank God for an emergency banana. I also learnt that doing press ups on a TRX machine may lead to you fearing for the safety of your teeth.

I actually ran last night for 1 minute intervals. Now I know this is not a big deal, but for a lard arse like me, it's pretty good going. Last night's session really hurt. I would have thought my body would be getting used to this shizz by now.

Stupidly I've another PT session tomorrow night. I think Saturday may be spent in a full body cast.

Miracle diet and a wedding disaster

By some form of miracle, I lost 2lbs. This cannot be at all real unless I am suffering severe dehydration so I need to be extremely careful this week. Or perhaps I am about to become a new diet guru with my weight loss plan of pints and fried food....

So, today has gotten off to a fairly decent start. Lots of salad and fruit, snacks of Yoghurt and Space Raiders (not together obviously) and I have PT tonight. I'm out for dinner tomorrow night as well as Friday, but there are no social plans for the weekend. This could be the new start that actually works. I have PT again on Friday and am planning to hit the gym on Sunday. This exhausts me at the mere thought.

In other wedding related news, I had one task that was necessary for the wedding to go ahead and I seem to have effed that up somewhat. We need a 'Certificate of No Impediment' to allow us to marry in Italy. My wedding planner needs that 1 month before we get married. I presumed I still had loads of time.

This would not appear to be the case. The next possible date for an appointment with the Registrar is 15th May - all well and good except Matt is in Germany with work... and for some ridiculous bureaucratic reason, he then needs to be back in the country for 9 days before we can have another appointment. That takes us to the 28th May. Then it takes around 28 days for the certificate to be issued... you see my trauma here. I've had over a year to sort this and I leave myself a leeway of about 2 weeks. Here's hoping all of our paperwork is in order when we go to the appointment otherwise we are in all sorts of trouble,

I foresee a fake wedding occurring. Oh well, at least everyone will have a nice holiday.

Lovely Liverpool

We've spent a rather lovely weekend in Liverpool with one of my best friends and her husband. An excuse for Matt to attend the Liverpool v West Brom game (c'mon the Baggies!!) and a lovely catch up with my friend, drinking, laughing a lot, eating lovely food and exploring Liverpool.

It has not been in the slightest WW friendly. I jumped on the scales this morning to see just how bad it had been in order to prepare myself for WI. Well I was 4 lbs down from Friday, so clearly that's a load of old tosh. Why do the scales insist on playing tricks? Or perhaps I've found the answer to my weight loss woes.

There was a lot of this:

Some of this:

We went to see these (Sea Odyssey):

And we both looked very squinty.

All in all, a delightful weekend.

So here I am, Monday morning and I am refocussing once again. Are you bored of my Monday morning restarts yet? Because, I am starting to bore the hell out of myself.

I ate a lot of rubbish at the weekend which is good in a way as it's totally sickened me. If I don't see any more chocolate for the rest of my life, that's probably not going to upset me too much.

Today has mostly involved fruit and this:

Macaroni Cheese is possibly my most favourite thing in the world, add in some Leeks and I was jumping up and down with joy like a crazy lady in M&S. 10 PP's for this lot, which for someone like me on a gazillion a day, is not bad for lunch.

As with all lower fat Macaroni Cheese's, I found the sauce a bit too runny, but it's probably my favourite of reduced fat Macaroni Cheese to date (the WW one is like tasteless slop).

Unfortunately my trainer is ill today, so PT tonight is cancelled. I'm going to the gym anyway and hopefully we can reschedule for tomorrow. If not, I've a session with him Thursday anyway and I am determined to get back into the swing of it all this week.

18 weeks til the wedding. Eeeeeeek. I can make a difference if I stop messing about.

A loss

2lbs off. I really don't think I deserve it, but I'm not going to complain too much. I actually resorted to removing my dress in class (thankfully I was wearing leggings and a vest) as I was convinced that my dress weighed at least half a stone. Then I got soaked on my way to class, so I was further convinced wet hair would add a few pounds. Anyway, all ridiculousness aside I was over the moon with that result.

I celebrated with a kebab and some wine, so it's probably back on again this morning. (Don't judge me, you can't beat a good old Donner every now and then).

Anyway, today is a new day and I've planned the next few days down to the last bite. We're off to Liverpool for the weekend so that's a massive gap in the plan but I do have 2 PT sessions booked in, so the exercise part is sorted plus another gym session tomorrow.

PT on Monday was hideous as expected. I could really feel that I'd not been for a couple of weeks and have been walking like an 80 year old since. My instructor has given me a plan to follow on the days I go it alone, so I don't slack and spend 20 mins having a leisurely pedal and convince myself I've done enough.

So, here's hoping for some fresh fat next week. I'm getting a bit bored of this yo-yo business.

A Mixed bag

As usual, the weekend was a mixed bag. I don't understand how I can be saintly during the week and then Friday night comes and any last remaining ounce of sense is removed from my brain.

It wasn't a complete write off, but it certainly wasn't text book by any stretch of the imagination. I think with tonight's PT session (which I am dreading) I will just about scrape in on points. The fact that I've attempted to track the weekend is progress, but I really need to stop eating and drinking with abandon. There was a bit too much wine creeping back into my diet instead of the Gin & Slimline tonic I'd been consuming.

I made it to the gym on Saturday and did around 35 minutes of cardio plus some kettle bells. Given I've been more than a bit lapse of late, I didn't struggle as much as I'd expected. I am however expecting the worst from tonight's PT session. I've not been for 2 weeks, so I am pretty sure I will be completely wiped out.

Once again (as per every Monday morning) I am refocussed. It's just a shame I can't retain that focus when I am not at work.

I've a fairly busy week coming up, so I need to be very strict with myself. Fingers crossed the scales don't hate me tomorrow!

Nothing much about nothing much

There is very little to report here, except I am being very good. I've had 2 days where I came in slightly under points - and I'm not going to eat for the sake of it. Today is shaping up well too, Matt is in Frankfurt (or somewhere else in Germany, I get confused he is away that often) and won't be back til gone 10pm tonight. This means no trip to the pub so no sneaky alcohol points.

I've not exercised as I managed to put my back out on Wednesday in a sleep related injury. It's pretty bloody painful just sitting still, but seems to have eased off a bit today so I am DEFINITELY (if I put that in capitals it means I have to go) going to the gym tomorrow. My trainer being on holiday and Matt being out of action due to his operation has been a disaster for me. I've not been to the gym for 2 weeks. Bad Linz.

We've a couple of social engagements to potentially put a spanner in the works this weekend. Dinner tomorrow night with friends and a lunch on Sunday which hopefully won't be too raucous as there are children involved. I will have all of my weeklies in reserve if required however, plus PT on Monday so all in all, it should be good.

Happy weekend people.

Yo Yo

3lbs on. Not the end of the world I guess, but bloody annoying all the same. I was half tempted to skip WI as I knew it'd be bad news, but that's where I started on the slippery slope last time. How can I cope with a 10 day holiday and gain 1.5lbs, but a long weekend sees me double that? Annoying.

I didn't end up staying for class as I was in such a foul mood (a mixture of work and WI) so came home, had a glass of pink fizz as a little treat and then sat and planned the rest of the week. I've no social outings until Saturday, so in theory I should be able to avoid any unmitigated disasters.

Exercise needs to make a reappearance, so I'm either going to hit the gym tonight or go for a long walk if the weather stays dry. I've brought any remaining chocolate into work so I am not tempted to sit at home eating it with endless cups of tea.

I don't suppose I'll find it as easy to lose these 3lbs as I did to put the buggers on, but we'll give it a good go this week.

Child minding

Happy Tuesday people. Hope you've all had a lovely long Easter weekend. Mine has completely flown by and I feel more shattered than when I started. I had my nieces come to stay with my parents, which has been totally lovely, but utterly exhausting!

Things I've learnt this weekend:

• Children don't do quiet.
• Children need a lot of entertainment.
• When you are occupied with an endless stream of child related activities, it's really difficult to eat well if you aren't completely prepared (which I was not).
• I'm not a massive fan of Peppa Pig. 

So, my eating has been utter shizz since Friday. I am dreading WI tonight. I found myself, far too often, picking at rubbish, left over chicken nuggets, chips, bits of Easter eggs etc. I've not pointed a thing, I've not been to the gym for over a week (unless you count the swimming yesterday, but I managed 4 lengths as I was on child duty). It's not going to be pretty. I've walked a lot, but that's about my only saving grace.

I guess when you actually have children, you are used to the constant stream of demands, activities and running around. I am not. Any form of plan I had to deal with my eating and exercise went totally out of the window. I found myself eating bits of their left over breakfasts and not making myself anything 'proper' hence I was famished by 11am and eating something quick and easy (rarely healthy). My plan to cook meals went out of the window as it was easier just to eat if we were already out. I've a fridge full of vegetables which will need to be consumed this week in an attempt to mitigate the crap I've consumed. 

My nieces are adorable and I love them to bits, but I don't think I was ever fully aware of just how much hard work it is having a child. Of course, it's rewarding, when they are laughing and smiling and giving you cuddles or telling you they love you, but the rest of it - well it's just non stop. I completely applaud all you parents out there. 

I'm back focussed on WW again today and hopefully there will be no more major blips for the foreseeable. We've a flat full of chocolate which I need to palm off on work and I need to get myself back to the gym. I fully expect a hefty gain tonight, which while very disappointing, will be fully deserved. 

I'm expecting a very quiet flat when I get home tonight which will be very odd. I will miss having their gorgeous little faces around. 

Eejit

Sometimes I am really very blonde. I was completely convinced my PT instructor told me he couldn't do Monday and that we'd rearrange for Tuesday instead. Thus missing WI, but not such a big deal.

So, Monday night I went home from work as I was totally shattered and had an early night. I noticed a few missed calls on my mobile, but I didn't recognise the number so thought nothing of it.

Last night I rocked up at the gym for my session, and yes, you guessed it, my instructor was nowhere to be seen. He's now on holiday until next Thursday. Brilliant. Apparently he'd tried to call me a few times, but I am so clever it didn't register.

Now a sensible person would have done a gym session anyway. Clearly I am not that clever. I thought I'd make it to WW instead, but I didn't bank on the traffic in Reading being complete and utter pants.

So the two things that are fundamental to my weight loss, missed. Clever me.

I hopped on our scales at home as they seem to be in tune with the WW ones and they showed a 1.5 loss, but I'm not going to record that as it's not 'official' so we'll presume I've stayed the same and put the whole sorry incident to bed.

I'm back with my more focussed head today and will go to the gym tonight and actually do a work out instead of wandering around looking lost.

In other news, I saw a physio yesterday about my knee (it makes a grating noise every time I bend it and squats are fairly painful). She has given me some strength exercises to do and told me to lay off the squats til I'm sorted. I'm currently sporting a nice 'Y' shape of yellow tape up my leg which is apparently keeping my knee cap in place. Fingers crossed this sorts me out, it'd be nice to be able to walk up and down stairs without sounding like a creaky old woman.

So back to it once again. I am hoping a weekend spent looking after my nieces (Peppa Pig World anyone?) will mean I am fairly active. If I can keep an eye on the food situation (no more trips to M&S), we might be onto a winner.

Every day I'm struggling.....

.... to be sung in the style of that LMFAO song that I now can't get out of my head.

So, it would appear that having a housebound fiancé, makes dieting and exercise a tad on the difficult side. I haven't been bad so to speak, but I seem to have used all of my weeklies without really trying. I'm disappointed in myself as I was determined to have a good week to keep myself on the downward spiral with those scales.

The problem hasn't really been with the amount of food, it's more been the food itself. We went to M&S on Thursday night as we had a few vouchers, we ended up with a couple of their £10 meal deals, which are clearly not the healthiest. Think Chicken & Ham En Croute, Potato Bake, Rotisserie Style Chicken, Chips (oh and wine)... well you can see the problem. Couple that with some amazing sausages from our local butchers, and well I was jumping up and down on the spot yesterday to try and get myself a couple of Activity points (ok, not really but I might try it).

I only managed the gym twice as well. Thursday was a bit of a non starter as I felt really ropey, so I only managed a little bit and then Saturday was slightly improved, but still not ideal. Gah.

PT has been rearranged from tonight to tomorrow as my trainer has other commitments, this means I might not make it to WI tomorrow which is always a bit of a tricky situation. Especially given we've the long Easter weekend to contend with. I just need to try and keep a grip on things.

Today is shaping up to be better. I've planned all my meals for the day and left myself a couple of spares should I need them, if I can't weigh in tomorrow I will self weigh as my scales seem to be the same as WW, so fingers crossed it's not too hideous.

Sigh. Why do I always make it so hard for myself?