Yup — I didn't lose this week. Well, technically I did lose a tiny bit. But I don't think a post-poo 0.2lbs is worth mentioning, do you? (And yet I just did…)
It's fine, seriously. In a way, it was good to test the limits of this diet a bit. This week, I did four exercise sessions and had about 2000 calories every day ( I know, what a lard-bucket), resulting in me staying exactly the same weight as last week. So as maintenance plans go, that's not bad! But seeing as I don't want to maintain this chubby body, I will be running a tight ship this week. And by 'tight' I obviously mean a fairly loose regimen that has me eating Cadbury Trifles and such.
I am getting to grips with 5:2 otherwise. Soup for lunch, protein and veg for dinner — it's nice not having to obsess over EVERY meal, EVERY day. I tell you one thing though — I am so fucking pleased when I go to bed on a fast day, because tomorrow will be filled with a cheese muffin or some crisps or a biscuit.
However, I did notice one quite disgusting thing about last week! According to my weekly round-up on myfitnesspal (MFP), I ate 19% protein and a whopping 41% of FAT. DOUBLE THE AMOUNT. That is gross. And wrong. And explains a lot. So this week I need to keep an eye on my intake. Especially as I am terrified of dying. (Ha! You were not expecting me to bust that one out, were you?) Like, ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED. It is the one thing that genuinely makes me feel like I might throw up. My brain can't compute death — mine or anyone else's. I know I HAVE to die (as does everyone), but it might be nice to prolong my life by a) not getting diabetes, b) cutting back on salt, c) staying fit. URGH.
Bearing this in mind, it means that running (or any exercise) can no longer be something I only do when I want to lose weight — it needs to be a way of life. Which is why God bestowed a lovely belated running injury on me at about 11pm on Saturday night. Fuck knows what happened — my run at 4pm was absolutely fine. Then suddenly, 7 hours later, I can barely walk on my left foot. I think my hardcore massaging just made it worse ("Squeeze out the pain! Squeeze out the pain!"), because it was still really stiff all of Sunday, but today it seems better. But I think I should skip Zumba tonight… you know, just in case... (Get nasty, get nasty…)
Oh, I forgot to mention — last week in Zumba, we did what the instructor called "a song from the East" — it was some sort of Asian tune. I swear she was making waaaaaay more eye contact with me (being the only brown in town), as if to say "Come on, you've been shit at everything else today — you should at least be good at THIS one…" — that is fucking racist, man! What, just cos I'm brown?
Sadly, I nailed that dance. BIG TIME.
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Monday, 24 June 2013
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Week 2 : I'm A Loser, Baby...
Sorry people - I know I was supposed to post on Monday! But I decided to do some actual work yesterday... well, sort of.
Anyway, it was good news on weigh day — I lost just over 2lbs. WOO BLIMMIN' HOO. So I'm pleased, but I had better not get too cocky because it's still early days of this diet and things are sure to slow down very soon. In fact, I did a fast yesterday and weighed myself this morning, because it's always nice to see the scales at a ridiculously low figure when you've barely eaten anything the day before — but I was up 0.5lbs…
Now, this really isn't a big deal in the long run, but it did make me thing that I need to be a bit careful this week. I have been eating 2000 calories each day, which is probably a bit much for me. Not because I am struggling to eat it (that is fucking easy as pie! Mmm… pie… *drool*), but because my body is already well-padded and doesn't need to eat that much. I know the whole point of this diet is to not count calories and realise when you are full, but I am not that enlightened yet. And given that I can put away a LOT more food than most people, I think it's a safer idea to keep an eye on things.
I was reading another woman's blog about this diet and she lost nothing over 4 months because she was literally eating whatever she wanted on her feed days. Now, if you have long-term problems with your weight/are a massive foodie/have an unhealthy relationship with food (or like me, have all three of those motherfucking issues), eating whatever you want is not going to work. Because what you want to eat is almost certainly bad for you, full of fat and salt, and so delicious that you won't stop at one. FAT. Er, I mean, FACT — sorry.
For example, I got into work at 10.15am today, and so far I've had a cup of tea, a banana, a cheese muffin with spread, a stem ginger crinkle and a WW coconut yoghurt. And it is only 11.31am. And I had to seriously stop myself from consuming any more food. To be fair, I went to Zumba yesterday (ON A FAST DAY!) and then this morning I went for a run, so I was ravenous. Actually, fuck it — who am I kidding? I know full well that I could eat that much on any given morning, exercise or no exercise. And seeing as I managed not to eat until 3.30pm yesterday, it is clearly just about self-control — or the lack of it! Ahem.
Oh yes, so I attended a Zumba session last night. Actually, it was less Zumba and more me tripping over my apparently GIANT fucking feet for an hour. MY. GOD. Seriously, if you had seen me shake my rhythmless arse at that class, you would have questioned my credentials as a bass player. Firstly, I don't like world music of any kind, so am obviously really pleased that Zumba music tends to be of that genre. I cannot dance to save my life, so having to do merengue and salsa steps was fantastic. The fabric on my new running leggings meant that the long vest I was wearing to cover my crotch and butt kept sliding up to my stomach every 3 seconds, which was great. The overly-perky teacher only had 5 of us in her class, so she made a lot of eye contact with each of us, which I am a big fan of because it definitley doesn't make me feel awkward. And to top it all off, we were dancing in a windowed room within a gym, so people doing ACTUAL PROPER EXERCISE could see me flailing about like an absolute twat — FAB-U-LOUS. On the plus side, no one was shouting at me to “Get nasty! Get nasty!” like last time… *SIGH*
Yeah — I'm going back next week.
Anyway, it was good news on weigh day — I lost just over 2lbs. WOO BLIMMIN' HOO. So I'm pleased, but I had better not get too cocky because it's still early days of this diet and things are sure to slow down very soon. In fact, I did a fast yesterday and weighed myself this morning, because it's always nice to see the scales at a ridiculously low figure when you've barely eaten anything the day before — but I was up 0.5lbs…
Now, this really isn't a big deal in the long run, but it did make me thing that I need to be a bit careful this week. I have been eating 2000 calories each day, which is probably a bit much for me. Not because I am struggling to eat it (that is fucking easy as pie! Mmm… pie… *drool*), but because my body is already well-padded and doesn't need to eat that much. I know the whole point of this diet is to not count calories and realise when you are full, but I am not that enlightened yet. And given that I can put away a LOT more food than most people, I think it's a safer idea to keep an eye on things.
I was reading another woman's blog about this diet and she lost nothing over 4 months because she was literally eating whatever she wanted on her feed days. Now, if you have long-term problems with your weight/are a massive foodie/have an unhealthy relationship with food (or like me, have all three of those motherfucking issues), eating whatever you want is not going to work. Because what you want to eat is almost certainly bad for you, full of fat and salt, and so delicious that you won't stop at one. FAT. Er, I mean, FACT — sorry.
For example, I got into work at 10.15am today, and so far I've had a cup of tea, a banana, a cheese muffin with spread, a stem ginger crinkle and a WW coconut yoghurt. And it is only 11.31am. And I had to seriously stop myself from consuming any more food. To be fair, I went to Zumba yesterday (ON A FAST DAY!) and then this morning I went for a run, so I was ravenous. Actually, fuck it — who am I kidding? I know full well that I could eat that much on any given morning, exercise or no exercise. And seeing as I managed not to eat until 3.30pm yesterday, it is clearly just about self-control — or the lack of it! Ahem.
Oh yes, so I attended a Zumba session last night. Actually, it was less Zumba and more me tripping over my apparently GIANT fucking feet for an hour. MY. GOD. Seriously, if you had seen me shake my rhythmless arse at that class, you would have questioned my credentials as a bass player. Firstly, I don't like world music of any kind, so am obviously really pleased that Zumba music tends to be of that genre. I cannot dance to save my life, so having to do merengue and salsa steps was fantastic. The fabric on my new running leggings meant that the long vest I was wearing to cover my crotch and butt kept sliding up to my stomach every 3 seconds, which was great. The overly-perky teacher only had 5 of us in her class, so she made a lot of eye contact with each of us, which I am a big fan of because it definitley doesn't make me feel awkward. And to top it all off, we were dancing in a windowed room within a gym, so people doing ACTUAL PROPER EXERCISE could see me flailing about like an absolute twat — FAB-U-LOUS. On the plus side, no one was shouting at me to “Get nasty! Get nasty!” like last time… *SIGH*
Yeah — I'm going back next week.
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