Always look on the bright side of life…

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Second week of the 12wbt challenge is done; the numbers on my scale have stayed the same which is quite disheartening, but there have been a few bright glimmers of hope so far:

1. I took 17 seconds of my time for the 1km run

2. Except for sleeping through my alarm this morning, I have followed the exercise plan

3. I got up at 5.30 in the morning to go to the gym three times during the week because I knew I had parent/teacher interviews and wouldn’t want to go after them

4. The fitness I’ve lost over the last four months is quickly coming back; I’m not as puffed on the netball court and while my muscles strength (particularly in my arms) still isn’t what it was, I can feel it returning.

5. Even though the numbers have stayed the same, my clothes are already fitting differently, and I feel much better about my body as it is.

6. Now that my oh so lovely and bloaty time of the month is finally over…hopefully the numbers will change.

 

Things I still need to work on include:

1. Giving in to my emotional eating issues (eating Hungry Jacks for tea…c’mon…will it really make me feel better?)

2. Recognising when I’m feeling bored and or emotional before I end up with snacks in front of me and finding another outlet instead of food.

3. Not becoming too despondent when the numbers on the scales don’t change at all or as much as I want them to and instead focusing on the above positive list.

 

Now I just need to continue making sure my positive list gets longer and the “things to work on” gets shorter, or includes different things.

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Oops but Yay?!

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It’s almost the end of the first week of the 12 WBT (see my last post) and it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster ride. For a start, I couldn’t afford to do the shopping as I’d already done a fortnightly shop before I actually joined up for the challenge and as a result, I had to continue with my normal eating habits. My normal eating habits are not too bad usually, but I do have a bit of a predisposition for eating fatty or salty foods (usually both at the same time) if I’m feeling at all upset or angry. I stepped up my exercise routine to basically what it used to be; I weighed in a couple of weeks ago at 68.4 and then suddenly bam, those numbers came back up for no apparent reason; judging by the responses on the 12wbt website I automatically thought those numbers would jump their way back down…of course I forgot to factor in that most of the people who lost 1-2 kilos in literally 3 days weighed over 100kgs.

So when I weighed in on Wednesday…(two days early for me because their weigh ins all have to be on the same day) to input my stats on the website, I was incredibly disheartened to see that I’d lost a meagre 100grams. 100 freakin’ grams!

By the way…does anyone else find that if they do a weight/cardio session in the evening…then the next morning they weigh quite a bit more? What is THAT about? Hellooooo…exercise equals less weight right? Right?

So today…being the incredibly balanced and logical person that I am, when I got to leave work to do some training and development, did I get a healthy lunch? Perhaps a Subway 6 grams of fat or less…or a wrap…or even a sushi roll? No, of course not! That would be a sane thing to do.

Instead I find myself pulling in to a Hungry Jacks of all places and trying to placate the nagging voice reminding me of my 100gram loss with the platitude that I was getting the ‘healthiest’ thing on the menu [ Grilled Chicken Burger – 374 calories and 18.5 grams of fat] and getting a bottle of water….

Yup…that’s awesome…because then at the P.D they also had scotch finger biscuits…I may have eaten 3.

I then had a single scone with jam and cream along with a skinny cappuccino when I caught up with a friend later on that night. Consider my daily calorie allowance completely blown out of the water.

That would be the oops!

The Yay part is a little bit of a personal break-through; I find it extremely easy to give myself a reason to not go to the gym, my muscles are sore…it’s too late…I’m too busy etc. Let me tell you…my muscles are KILLING me. I played netball on Monday and did a Body Pump class on Tuesday; after that pump class…my entire body is still sore.

I played netball again on Wednesday and managed to keep running even through screaming muscles; so tonight, after my coffee with my lovely gal pal, it would have been way too easy to say it was too late to work out and my leg muscles were yelling at me everytime I took a step (and still are) but as I got back in my car, the bright pink bag containing my gym clothes was quietly mocking me, reminding me what I’d eaten during the day and that I’d promised to JFDI.

Fast forward 5 minutes and I’m in the gym, changed into my gear and smashing 17 seconds of my time of a 1 km run. My muscles stopped screaming after the first minute or so and I found myself running along on the treadmill with a smile on my face.

Oops, I screwed up my eating, but I’ve done my shopping now and pre packaged tomorrow’s lunch as well as the snacks, and Yay I got my ass to the gym everyday so far this week even though I’m tired and sore.

Body Balance tomorrow or perhaps a Yoga video if I finish at work too late for my class. Either way…my fitness routine is awesome again and my eating will soon join the awesome parade.

JFDI right? Right.