Tuesday 17 September 2013

Week 15 : URGH

So, as I suspected, this week hasn't been as frugal as I would have liked. What a fucking surprise.

Monday was supposed to be about 900 calories, but I ended up eating 1380. It was someone's birthday at work, so she had brought in lots of delicious food that I couldn't resist. So, according to MFP, I spent 678 calories on snacks that day… That is ridiculous and embarrassing. And this is the reason I struggle with my weight. And then someone gave me a tub of Habas Tapas from their Graze box, which I also ate even though I wasn't hungry. Actually, no — that last reason is why I struggle with my weight. At least when I went home, I saw some bloody sense and decided to just eat hummus with vegetables for dinner. Not really pat-on-the-back material, but a shift towards being sensible at least.

Tuesday night went a bit tits up — BF and I were heading to Tesco, but we fell out just before we got there. So, feeling sad and in the mood for sabotage (sadotage?) I ended up buying a bag of crisps and a GIANT bar of Cadbury's Marvellous Cola Pretzel Honeycomb. The moment we got back to the flat, I shut the kitchen door and shoved the crisps into my mouth, along with three bits of chocolate. But, as predicted, it didn't make me feel any better. It just made me annoyed that I had let it get to me and now I was about 200 calories over where I wanted to be. Classic case of comfort eating gone bad. At least I had been for a run that morning… *sigh*

Speaking of runs, I think mine have gone now. Great. Just what I wanted this week.

Speaking of actual runs, mine are being hampered by a deep butt cheek pain. I do not want someone to massage me there, so I need to get a tennis ball, apparently. 

I really wanted a curry or chips, or curry with chips on Wednesday night, but I decided to run home and avoid eye contact with any of the restaurants down my road. But the moment I got in, I devoured half a bag of Cheese and Chive Combo Snacks. The guilt was fucking awful — what a stupid fucking thing to do. I calculated that it was 367 calories-worth of damage. So I just had a handful of salad for the rest of the evening. Something the fast diet has taught me is that you won't die any time soon if you miss a meal. And you certainly won't die having just eaten half a huge bag of crisps.

The main shock on Thursday was that Blog Mate DOESN'T WATCH THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF. I'm not sure I can ever trust her again really. No, I definitely can't. 

On Friday, I had an amazing burger at Byron. Get yourself down there, and order a chilli burger with skin on fries (THAT I SHARED, SO DON'T EVEN!). Half an Eccles cake in the afternoon to 'line my stomach' before drinking in the evening. It wasn't even that nice!

God, you know what? I am fucking typing this up and every day I am just reading another paragraph about the variety of ways in which I am weak-willed. It is really fucking depressing. Lack of will power, lack of spirit, lack of strength. It is so frustrating, but I can't blame anyone else. I once had a short excahnge with Blog Mate on Facebook. I get the impression it was supposed to be motivational, but I things didn't go to plan.

Her: "What do you like more: clothes or food?"
Me: "Food."
Her "Oh."

I think nowadays, she knows me a bit better… Joking aside, I think that the problem is that I would really love to have arms like Jodie Marsh, but I absolutely LOVE eating. And the latter always wins. I reckon it's because I have never reached a point where I am happy with my body. These days I can accept it, but in the past I have never enjoyed it, or bought it amazing clothes or thought it looked fab. (Well, sometimes I have, so that's a lie). Shopping is an ordeal because nothing really fits how it should, or the sizes don't go up past a 14 or 16 in what I want to wear… I mean accepting your body is one thing, but wearing clothes that you dont really want to wear because of your size is something different surely? How can you be happy with that?

If I woke up thin tomorrow, would I maintain that body because shopping was now actually a really fun activity because I look great? Or would my love for chips and cheesecake always take over? Food makes me happy — I wish I could get to a place where clothes did that for me — maybe that's when things would change in my brain. 

So, up 0.6lbs and 4 weeks to go… better get back to fasting next week!


Monday 9 September 2013

Week 14 : SHAMONE MOTHERFUCKERS!

Yup — lost just under two pounds! I am well chuffed. EXCEPT — (why does there always have to be an 'except'?) — the fact that it may not reflect what I have truly lost. I will explain after I have filled you in about this week…

So this week, I've really tried to get back to basics with the fasting. For my fast days, I've been sticking to around 500 calories, avoiding caffeine, not eating anything in the morning and tracking like a bitch on the weekends. If I'm honest, I still ate a lot on the weekends (just a bit more than the 2000 calorie guideline amount on each day), but I think I would have eaten loads more if I hadn't been keeping an eye on it. Bit disappointed I didn't exercise more but I will try harder next week.

My Monday fast was made up of salad with Bernard Matthews turkey (202 calories) and dinner was an absolutely delicious Chinese-style brown rice with vegetables (305 calories — next time I make it I'll take a photo and give you the recipe). So I was pretty happy with that total. On Thursday I had a Subway sandwich which came to 280 cals — I was researching this ALL FUCKING DAY to make sure I wasn't fucking my fast day up, and then I had a tuna salad for dinner, which made my total 517 cals. I also had a third of a Daim bar, which is embarrassing, but I just couldn't stop myself. So in the interest of weight loss, I am not going to buy anymore Daim bars until further notice. Even if they are only £1 a pack in Morrisons for a limited time only. ARGH.

The rest of my days were a lot higher in calories than I would have liked them to be, averaging at about 1650 cals. Not great, but I will try to be better next week (man, that is becoming my new fucking mantra…). 

On Friday, it was my boyfriend's birthday, so he was going for drinks after work. I decided that as I wouldn't be eating dinner, it was probably a good idea to line my stomach — cue a steak wrap with chips for lunch… and no mention of said wrap in MFP diary. It was delicious and totally worth it though, so I don't feel guilty about it. It was also someone at work's birthday that day and she had done some baking — cardamom and coffee cakes and a bakewell tart. I FUCKING LOVE bakewell tarts. I try to take any opportunity I get to eat them because my boyfriend doesn't like them and I don't want to get a Mr Kipling pack of six if it will mean just me eating them for a week. I mean, I have done that in the past, but the guilt is too much nowadays. So I enjoyed a slice with my tea in the afternoon. And then shamefully, I had another in the evening whilst I was hanging out in the office waiting for it to be 7.30pm. I think I can still see the box on the table as I type this… 

So yes, BF's birthday drinks. It was a lovely night filled with cocktails and fun and 6.30am trains back home… Man, I am too old for these kinds of shenanigans. Technically, so is he but he is much younger at heart than me! We both looked like death on the way home having been up for 24 hours, so a cheese and ham croissant and chocolate torsade at Euston station was a must before we got home and passed out. I think my control pants are still tossed somewhere in the living room… So, seeing as I had gone for a long time without any proper food and the alcohol had probably dehydrated me a bit, my weight loss for this week was potentially more than it should have been… But, I always go with what the scales say, so that is what we are sticking with.




Oh GOD — this is just too good!
I have discovered something that might be the death of me. Being a massive idiot and trying to do a food shop on a fast day, I ended up buying the item on the right. It's so fucking delicious. And addictive. And delicious. I have yet to spread it on anything — at the moment I just eat tiny spoonfuls of it straight out of the jar… I know this is bad, but I ain't the only one doing it!  

I thought it would be nice incorporated into some cupcake frosting, and lo and behold, someone more capable than me has already started doing stuff with it here: http://www.domesticsluttery.com/2013/04/baking-for-beginners-lotus-spread.html
Read the comments below the recipe — tonnes of crazy women (obviously — men tend to not eat stuff out of jars in a wild frenzy), all hooked. I rest my case. Get yourself down to Sainsbury's and grab a tub, just once. And I am totally making those biscuits.

Other craziness at work — someone else was having a birthday and in a bid to look amazing (she is already very slim) she was eating only 700 calories a day. It was only for one week, but we all gave her a lecture about it, because that blatantly sounds dangerous. I think it was also because a friend of hers had recently slimmed down a lot, so she was feeling bad that she wasn't being very disciplined with her own diet, so she took up this weird regime. I told her off, but since then, the idea has taken over my brain a bit and resulted in me trying to do something similar this week. Obviously, no one is worried about me, because I have virtually no willpower, but for the next week (especially as I'm eating out twice) and I am going to have very low days calorie days wherever I can fit them in. Not 500 calories (maybe 800 or so) but I would like to see what happens. I can almost guarantee it won't result in weight loss, because I will almost certainly cheat. But I am going to give it a go. 

Another reason it might not be a bad idea is that last Tuesday I took a bit of a funny turn. I was round my parent's at dinner, and about 3 hours after eating, I really thought I was going to be sick, ie. I went to hang out in the toilet just in case. That wasn't a bad plan, because let's just say things didn't feel great the other end either…! Now, for lunch that day I had eaten a fig, walnut and Gorgonzola salad. It was extremely tasty, but I did worry that the blue cheese might have been the problem. The next day I gave it to my friend because the thought of it was making me hurl. She concluded that seeing as I wasn't a veteran blue cheese-eater, I should have started out with something less hardcore, and I agree. Right, stomach should go back to normal now! Not so. A week later, and it still hasn't. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I don't really want to take anything for it in case it's helping my weight loss… That is so wrong, I know… In fact, the last two paragraphs are so wrong and make me sound like a dieting nutter, but it's not stopping me from eating and I am curious about how long it will go on for. It's an experiment. (I am in no way endorsing this behaviour, or advocating it. But I then I also have a blog to write every week and need all the fodder I can get!)

So essentially, next week is going to consist of me eating very little (apart from the odd calorie-heavy restaurant meal), and then shitting several times a day. It's exciting! We literally have no idea what is going to happen… 

Will I shit myself on my run? Dunno. 

Will I even make it out for a run? No idea. 

Will any of this actually help me lose any frigging weight? 8-ball says 'UNLIKLEY'. 


Monday 2 September 2013

Week 13 : IT STARTS NOW! (Again)

Well, I told you this week was going to bad. And I was not wrong. 1lb fatter. See how it creeps up when you get slack? In this instance, the term 'slack' means 'only having one fast day this week'. And it turns out that 'only having one fast day this week' also means 'having a fast day until I get home and eat several pieces of fridge cake'. Yes sir, things got bad…

Let's blame it on the Bank Holiday. It's an excuse to stuff your face, which is what I did. The BF and I went to a local burger bar and it was amazing. The food gets better every time I go. I tried to restrain myself by ordering plain fries instead of loaded fries with my chilli burger, but the moment BF's arrived (he ordered his with cheese, bacon and spring onion) I instantly regretted it. The burgers suddenly looked smaller than they used to — mainly down to the fact that we had not eaten a thing all day — so we though about ordering some chicken wings to go alongside if we needed them, but we were pleasantly stuffed by the end. I ordered a Oreo milkshake with added malt for dessert (even though I was pretty full) as it seemed like a nice way to end a very tasty meal. Plus, I knew the shakes came in just a normal tumbler size. At least, they used to.

Along came the waiter, placing what looked like a 1.5 litre steel vat in front of me. It was full of ice-cream and Oreos and malt and milk. But I was already full of burger and chilli and chips and mayo… It was really delicious, but I barely made a dent in it, which is unusual for me. Luckily, my BF managed to drink quite a lot of it after his ice cream (where does he put it? WHERE DOES HE FUCKING PUT IT???), so at least it didn't all go to waste.

Now, Mondays are usually my fast day, so if I didn't want to fast that day, I should've moved it to another day. But I didn't. Instead, I decided that as I was going to visit my mum on Tuesday I couldn't possibly fast then, and then Wednesday I wanted to run so I couldn't do that either… so my only fast day was Thursday. And that was a piss poor effort, let me tell you. I was fairly good all day, and then I just went home and caned several bits of fridge cake with tea, probably with some crisps as well. *Sigh* I think it was because earlier in the day, I had been writing the previous week's blog, and I realised I had 6 weeks until my weekend away with my uni gals. That made be realise I needed to get serious. But seeing as I had pretty much ruined the week with no exercise and only one fast day, there was no way I was going to lose weight. So I thought I would just eat what I wanted, and draw a line under it. I was OK with that though and I kinda felt good about having a fresh start with a challenge. 

I need to track more on the weekend, though. I end up eating so much due to boredom, and it's all the wrong food too. Well, it's the right food taste-wise, but the wrong food waist-wise — BOOM! At least if I know I've eaten most of my daily allowance by lunch, I will feel guilty and eat less for dinner (ha!). Next week I'm sticking to calories, drinking water, exercising and focusing on my six-week goal. 

OH, FUCKING HELL.

I almost forgot to tell you. So, by Friday, I knew it had been a week of epic fails, so a colleague and I decided to go out for lunch as we had recently been paid. A former colleague of ours was also meeting us with her baby and partner, but she was running late, so me and Work Mate decided to head down to the pub and order our food as we only had the one hour for lunch. Work Mate decided just to order some chips, but then she is tiny. I really didn't think a small portion of chips was going to fill me up (I'm about twice her girth), but they had a large chip option as well. Brilliant, I will order that. 

So we are sitting chatting and the waiter comes out and puts our chips on the table. I honestly could have died of embarrassment…


These chips tasted amazing — I WILL be going back!
I'm not even sure this picture does it justice. Suddenly — to anyone who may have been watching (mainly these two women who were just gawping at me from the next table, even though they were both bigger than me!) — it was quite apparent why and how I was double the size of Work Mate. I tried to distance myself from the chips as much I could, pushing them into the centre of the table, leaning forward to take one and then sitting right back into my seat whilst I ate it. I was hoping it would look like I was just a bit of a grazer who was nibbling a little, rather than some greedy pig hunched over a plate of chips. Oh, and I kept saying "You HAVE to help me eat these!" really loudly even though I didn't want to share them AT ALL. To be fair, it was only as much as you would get from down the chippy, and a normal person would probably manage to eat that. It just looked worse because of Work Mate's tiny bowl next to it… Yeah, let's blame her, stupid skinny bitch! Luckily, our friend arrived shortly and and I shoved the chip bucket in the direction of her and her partner and left them with it.

But I totally could have eaten them all. I just had to pretend I couldn't for the safety of general public.