Running again.

I haven’t run for two weeks because I’ve been sick. So today I decided to start again. Thought I’d pick a track I’d never run on before, based on the road next to it being almost flat. I thought no hills would be a good idea.

Well. The walking/bike path beside the road doesn’t follow the elevation of the road, as it turns out! It’s up and down and all over the place. But I did it anyway, 3k with only a short walk break in between.

Tip for all of you who are using a GPS, whether it be a Garmin or Polar HRM with all the bells and whistles, or the awesome RunKeeper iPhone app (my personal preference). If you drive to the start of your run, turn it off when you finish. The GPS record of the drive home may improve your average speed impressively, but it doesn’t do much for accuracy. Luckily I can delete parts of my workout.

So here it is. Under today’s date. See the green hills? I hate hills. I know they’re good for me, and all that. But they’re like cough medicine, no matter how much they help, they still make me screw up my nose. However I will keep running hills. Because they’re Good. For. Me.

It’s been a while.

I was just reminded by someone how long it has been since I wrote my last blog entry. No excuses, I’ve been “maintaining”.

Actually that’s not true. Well it is, but it hasn’t been deliberately. I just basically got fed up (pardon the pun) with watching what I ate. So I stopped.

But do you know what? I couldn’t! I’ve been subconsciously making good, nutritious choices for the last 6 or so months, even though I’ve been telling myself I am not trying to lose any more weight (a lie, by the way). I can’t eat as much as I used to. I like good fresh food, and the idea of fast food pretty much turns my stomach.

I’ve started running again. I’m up to 4km continuously in about 27 minutes. I’m pretty proud of that. I’m working on increasing the distance and decreasing the time. I’ll keep you posted.

But most of all I’ve realised that I can’t go back to the way I used to be. I’m going to get back on track and lose the rest of this weight. What I’ve lost so far makes me feel so much better, and I don’t want to lose that. I figure that the way my mind has changed I’m pretty good to go, so I’ll just get up and keep running. And eating healthy. And shrinking.


My son started cooking school today. He’s 15. Since he was small he’s wanted to be a cook. I remember him coming home from school when he was about 6 proclaiming he was going to be a cheesemaker. None of this namby-pamby fireman and policeman stuff for my boy!

Well, today was day 1 of his apprenticeship. He’s starting a school-based apprenticeship which involves 1 day per week of work, 4 weeks a year of cooking school during the holidays, and he finishes Year 12 halfway through his apprenticeship.

He came home today full of excitement, and wanting to cook dinner to show me what he’d learned. And this was the result. He made everything himself from scratch, while I played on the computer. And he cleaned up after himself. I love the discipline he seems to have picked up already. He’s complaining about one person in his class who really doesn’t want to be there, and is mucking up and not listening. That was HIM a short year ago! Now he has some passion and self-discipline, and I’m loving it.

Anyway, pics. This was my dinner tonight.

I’m not sure of the calories. I didn’t make it, but everything was fresh and not packaged. Still, if I’m going to be eating like this every night, I’d better keep an eye on things!

But once won’t hurt. And he was so proud of himself. The presentation was awesome! And it tasted pretty darn good, if I may say so myself.

So tonight I’m one proud mother. And justifiably so.

I bought a dress!

Shhhh, but it’s a size 14! That’s a 10 to you girls in the US.

A 14! I don’t know when I was last a size 14. It’s for a wedding in September, but there are midyear sales on everywhere so I went shopping.

And that’s all I tried on, size 14’s. Not a 16 in sight! Well, a couple, actually. In the first shop the first dress I tried was a 16, and it was way too big. Then I tried another one in the next shop. Just in case, you know, the first place had generous sizes. But nope, too big again!

So here it is. Not a great shot, because you can’t see the neckline and the straps, which I think are the best bits. And if I keep going the way I am, I may even have to buy a new one by September because this one will be too big.I didn’t get the jacket, I got a sparkly purple stole instead

Queenspark dress

Oh, and now I need shoes. And jewellery. And a bag…

And I need to go for a run.

Being here doesn’t mean I’ll lose weight.

In a previous life, about 10 years ago, I did Weight Watchers. I turned up religiously every week to be weighed in, I took notes about what the lecturer was saying, I recorded every gram of food that passed my lips, I cooked my low-fat, high-carb meals every day and I walked.

But I didn’t really lose any weight. Because I missed the most important part, and that was restricting my intake. Yep, I counted my points all the way up to the 50’s and beyond (I think from memory I was supposed to stop at 23).

I remember being disillusioned. I remember thinking “I’m on a DIET here, people! Why aren’t I losing weight?” Well guess what? All the self-talk in the world reminding yourself that you are dieting, and recording your intake, and weighing yourself every day, isn’t going to do the slightest bit of good if you aren’t actually following the program!

Doesn’t matter what the program is. For the purposes of this exercise I’m now counting calories. But whether you’re following WW, Jenny, MRC, Atkins or some other guru, the truth remains. You have to eat less than you expend if you want to lose weight. It’s physics, people! And you canna change the laws of physics, Jim…

So now I’m doing it right. With the expected results, funnily enough! I’m today – officially – 85.1kg! That’s a total loss since I started this journey over 12 months ago of 12.9 kg, or 29.4 lb for those of you who still speak the old language. That’s nearly 30 lb, people!

Here are some random photos of things that weigh 13 kg (because apparently no-one on the net has posted a pic of something that is 12.9 kg!)

A really really big fish (nice wetsuit, dude!)

13 kg fish

A clunky old typewriter.

And some bags of flour! Or something. They apparently weigh 13kg, anyway.

There’s no way I could lift that. Well, I could, but it would take some effort. Considerable effort in fact. So how the hell did I carry it around with me for so long?

Stay focussed, chickies, and keep up the good work.

I ran!

I ran before my night duty. I’m so proud of me!

I’ve been thinking for a couple of weeks now about finding a new running route. I live in a very hilly area, and I’d love a change of scenery without having to drive too far to find it.

Well, yesterday I had a flash of inspiration. My workplace is beside the river! And we have changeroom facilities with a hot shower, shampoo and towels. So I decided to go to work a couple of hours early, go for a run and then get changed there.

Turning up at 4:30 for a 6:45 shift gets you some stares, particularly when you’re dressed in yoga pants and a running shirt! But I did it.

Turns out I should have measured the course first. I figured on 6.5 km and an hour. It was in fact 8, and took me about an hour and ten. Which cut into my shower time, and meant that the leisurely sit-down to drink my banana smoothie (yep, I was that organised!) didn’t eventuate, and I drank it standing up at my desk.

Oh, and I discovered that the shower at work is waaaaay better than mine at home! And I signed up for the Bridge to Brisbane in August. Just for some motivation.

Cheers chickies!

PS Preliminary weigh-in (official one is Monday) suggests we may be on track for a >1kg loss this week. Woohoo!

Tomorrow will have to wait.

…but I still feel guilty about not exercising today. I worked a 12 hour shift, it’s bloody cold, after getting home and getting dinner it was after 9pm, but I STILL feel guilty!

Maybe because today I got compliments galore. From people I work with. I had one of the doctors tell me she didn’t recognise me until she got closer because my face was such a different shape. Wow!

But the guilt was assuaged somewhat when they held a cupcake bakeoff. We had butterfly cakes, little chocolate covered walnuts, cupcakes of every shape and description, chocolate tarts and all sorts of goodies.

And guess how many I ate? None! That’s right, not one. Then when I got home hubby had bought me a dark Kit Kat. Bless him, I mentioned yesterday that I hadn’t tasted one yet and they looked good.

It’s still in the pantry. I ate all my calories today already, so it will have to wait until tomorrow. As will that glass of wine I was planning on having. There will be many more tomorrows, and they will all have to wait. I’m doing this for today!

Out and back

I found a nice little 4k run today, which follows the creek down behind the football club, and so is almost totally flat! For those of you following at home, this is most unusual where I live. I’m on top of a hill, so to start with no matter which way I go there will be an uphill stretch to get home, just when I’m feeling at my most exhausted and vulnerable. And the main road that is nearest to my house is nicknamed the Roller Coaster road in our family, for obvious reasons.

So flat is good. And I’m amazed at how much quicker and easier I run when I don’t have to push myself up hills! I know they’re good for me, and the “experts” all tell me that running up and down hills is like an enforced form of HIIT or speed training, but every now and then it’s nice to have a relaxing, run-for-the-heck-of-it run. Makes me feel like I’m better than what I am, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing!

A new PB!

I just did my usual 6km walk/jog/run, and knocked it out in 52 minutes and 49 seconds! And that was with a lot of walking up the hills – I just didn’t have the energy today.

So I’m getting stronger, and faster, and fitter, and maybe, just maybe, my goal of doing the Bridge to Brisbane 10k at the end of August without stopping isn’t such a pipe-dream after all.

On a slightly less upbeat note, I put on half a kg this week. 86.2 again, which puts me back at 190lb for those of you who speak the old language. Bummer, but all that means is that next week will be more impressive.

Walking is hard

I went for a walk today and it nearly killed me. But not for the reason you may think. I was busting to run, but I have a bit of a sore ankle and decided to rest it for a day.

And I didn’t handle it very well! The not-running bit, I mean. I had to keep telling myself to slow down, take it easy and relax. Several times I nearly broke into a jog, especially when I’d just crossed a road and was heading down the other side.

All of which means I’m getting fitter. I can now jog 5k continuously, and I’m getting faster and stronger. I wouldn’t have dreamed a year ago that 5k is just a walk in the park, and I’m itching to go further. Just goes to show what we are capable of when we give ourselves permission.

So now I must go and have a shower, because I’m sitting here in my stinky sweaty workout clothes. Not pretty! Tomorrow is weigh-in day, even though it’s a public holiday. Will update then.