Wednesday 14 May 2014

"No, you USED to write a blog!"

Harsh. But true. I was rightly corrected by my friend when I mentioned writing my blog, but it's just as well because it has made me pull my finger out and start up again. 

Now, I don't normally get busy — I'm far too lazy. But everything was going fine until it Got Busy. I was exercising every day, watching my food intake, losing weight… In fact, prior to my holiday, I was stressing about all the 'Shred' days I would be missing and working out what exercises I could do whilst I was away. So, off I went up north, and this is what happened:

Day 1 of Scotland Holiday : squats and sit-ups, feeling the burn
Day 2 of Scotland Holiday : nothing.
Day 3 of Scotland Holiday : nothing.
Day 4 of Scotland Holiday : nothing.
Day 5 of Scotland Holiday : nothing.

You get the gist.

Instead, I ate my way through my 8-night break — a Scotch pie here, a doughnut there, chocolate treats, steak, chips, cheesecake, fucking expensive ale, gourmet crisps... We walked a fair amount in the day, but I felt obese by the end of it. Even the boyf gave my tum a bit of a weird look at one point. I would have been more upset, but even I was concerned at how rotund I was. I got on the scales when I got back and I had only put on 2.6lbs, which was actually a nice surprise, as I felt about half a stone heavier if I'm honest. 

But then when we came back, it was my birthday. And then it was the bank holiday. And then it was even harder to be good, as healthy eating was a hazy, tasteless memory. Chuck on another pound or two. BF asked me if I was going to exercise one morning and I bit his head off: "STOP ASKING ME — I WILL START. IT IS ALWAYS IN MY HEAD!". I just needed to motivate myself. I always know when enough is enough because eating nice things stops delivering any pleasure. Samosas taste mediocre, chocolate cookies taste sickening and I get bored of eating Chinese takeaway. 

But one evening, the realisation was all too much and I freaked out. I contacted my sister to give me a virtual slap over texts, which she did. It helped. I got on the exercise bike the next day, started getting back on MFP and generally got into Looking-After-Myself mode. And it feels really good to be in control again (not as good as when I have a chip butty in my hand, but you know what I mean). 

Annoyingly, I was just over a third of the way through the 30 Day Shred before I went away, but I have come to the conclusion that it makes more sense to start it again. So now my next session will be Day 3. It's not all bleak though, as I've been using heavier weights this time round and it feels like I'm getting more of a workout, which is obviously better. 

I need to get stuck into a mindless-but-healthy routine again. Same breakfast, same lunch, same snack, etc. Just so its all pre-decided. I'm going to try and be more organised next week and a bit more strict. 

Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood has been a fave tune on the bike, and I'm back having an affair with Jillian Michaels again. She is so muscly :-)