+1 for taking a short run!
= 23!
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Friday, 11 January 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Look, it's not all tabbouleh
Not easy to think of something to count today, except for:
+1 for not joining Mr Le-Fatts working bee group for lunch at Macs.
+1 for packing for the gym tomorrow, which I'll count if I actually go and do that now.
17 + 2 = 19
+1 for not joining Mr Le-Fatts working bee group for lunch at Macs.
+1 for packing for the gym tomorrow, which I'll count if I actually go and do that now.
17 + 2 = 19
Saturday, 5 January 2013
42C = Ice Cream Weather
+1 for not getting an ice cream at the cinema.
+1 for the garlic prawn dish instead of the laksa.
+1 for the iced water instead of the milkshake.
No gym today, because even if the car had made it there, I'd have dessicated in the carpark.
14 + 3 = 17.
+1 for the garlic prawn dish instead of the laksa.
+1 for the iced water instead of the milkshake.
No gym today, because even if the car had made it there, I'd have dessicated in the carpark.
14 + 3 = 17.
Friday, 4 January 2013
Not a proud day
Now I'm not proud that 500km into this trip I just had to have a cheeseburger, or of the soya crackers that I hogged into. Nevertheless:
+1 for not having a second cheeseburger, which would have been the easiest thing in the world at that moment.
+1 for taking some time out in the only shady spot in the stockyards in the hottest week of the year for a stretch and to get the blood moving.
12 +2 = 14
+1 for not having a second cheeseburger, which would have been the easiest thing in the world at that moment.
+1 for taking some time out in the only shady spot in the stockyards in the hottest week of the year for a stretch and to get the blood moving.
12 +2 = 14
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Get ready for this to get difficult
It's hot here. There will be a seven-day heat wave. Right in the middle of it I'll be attending my first sheep sale. Mental note: include some swimming this week. Also, pack a hat.
Resolution: Getting my shyte together for a multiple-stop run of errands on the hottest day of the year, including my gym gear: +1.
Refusal: something spectacular from The Donut King, twice (while walking to and from the gym… and if I had the blood sugar right now I’d make a joke about that): +1.
Rediscovery: I returned to my home gym after a six-month absence. I’d forgotten how pretty it was. With a 700-km drive tomorrow I don’t want to weary myself, so rather than attend the Pump class that I got myself there in time for I re-acquainted myself with the weights machines and pretended to spend some time on the elliptical: +1.
x + 3 = 12
where x = the easiest part
Resolution: Getting my shyte together for a multiple-stop run of errands on the hottest day of the year, including my gym gear: +1.
Refusal: something spectacular from The Donut King, twice (while walking to and from the gym… and if I had the blood sugar right now I’d make a joke about that): +1.
Rediscovery: I returned to my home gym after a six-month absence. I’d forgotten how pretty it was. With a 700-km drive tomorrow I don’t want to weary myself, so rather than attend the Pump class that I got myself there in time for I re-acquainted myself with the weights machines and pretended to spend some time on the elliptical: +1.
x + 3 = 12
where x = the easiest part
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
The Thing About Meat
Meat doesn’t travel. Meat should be eaten straight away. Meat shouldn’t be frozen to keep it safe on the drive, stored in an esky for a day, defrosted and then eaten a week later. I’ve learned this now, because I spent last night with a wretched headache and finally, well, emptying my stomach the fast way. Even after hoffing down a couple of bowls of sugary cereal, I woke up 2 kg lighter today. So that was a gross little bonus of a head start towards my goal.
Turning up: 35 minutes of I’m-pretty-sure-I-know-how-to-use-a-kettlebell-lady at the gym: +1.
Turning down: No cookie, no thanks, not with my Subway 6-inch tuna salad on wheat bread: +1.
Tenacity: An hour finding the CSIRO cookbook and deciding what our dinners would be this week: +1. Packing for the gym: +1. Fresh food shopping on the way home from the gym: +1.
Feat Count = 4 +5
= 9
103.9 kg: Day 1
Total Feats of Contrition: 4.
It's New Years Day, and the rest of the world has slept in. They woke up at noon, hungover and hungry, and hogged into the leftover party snacks and some of the leftover xmas ham. They watched some cricket and got up off the sofa for a nice steak at dinnertime. Here at Casa Le-Fatt it has been a much longer day. I've concentrated on inventing this whole new persona, which has helped to keep my mind off all of the things I want to go out and buy, and eat. Today it's been all cereal, coffee and potato salad.
Feats of Denial: +1 for multiple instances of not eating the chocolates we didn't get through on holiday. I wanted the chocolate at least a dozen times (actually pretty much constantly), but I only got as far as picking it up and putting it down again uneaten once. I'll probably torture myself this way for the next couple of weeks, or until I bin the chocolate.
Re my interpretation of 'denial': yes there are people who have been hungry since they were fifteen, who haven't even purchased food that they know they shouldn't eat since they started working as pantyhose models - but the rest of the world (including me) might as well be told to stop breathing in and out if they're told that they couldn't ever eat anything awesome again. I like almost all food, and I'm going to keep eating almost everything - just a lot less shyte from now on. For example, tonight while watching Hornblower, I'm going to have a chocolate, and in this way, the chocolates will stop pinging my radar. If I eat no more than one, I get to keep my +1 Denial feat count today.
Feats of Determination: +1 for a late afternoon walk\run. Last year I learned how to run - I wouldn't have made it without a smartphone app of the 'C25K' (couch to 5 km) running program that for the first few attempts ran a bell when I'd run for thirty seconds then walked for ninety. I am able to run for the first time in my life - I couldn't even run when I was a skinny little spunkrat. It encouraged me to sign up for my first fun run (5 km, which took me 38 minutes - double the time of other people my age, but I was the fattest person there). I ran a full 5 km without stopping just once last year, and I'll do it again, and more often this year. Today I just ran\walked for 5km, up the big hill near our house.
It's important to note that yes it was pretty awesome of me to take up running last year, but I also took up eggs benedict for lunch twice a week. My body clearly rejected the idea of me looking hotter.
It's New Years Day, and the rest of the world has slept in. They woke up at noon, hungover and hungry, and hogged into the leftover party snacks and some of the leftover xmas ham. They watched some cricket and got up off the sofa for a nice steak at dinnertime. Here at Casa Le-Fatt it has been a much longer day. I've concentrated on inventing this whole new persona, which has helped to keep my mind off all of the things I want to go out and buy, and eat. Today it's been all cereal, coffee and potato salad.
Feats of Denial: +1 for multiple instances of not eating the chocolates we didn't get through on holiday. I wanted the chocolate at least a dozen times (actually pretty much constantly), but I only got as far as picking it up and putting it down again uneaten once. I'll probably torture myself this way for the next couple of weeks, or until I bin the chocolate.
Re my interpretation of 'denial': yes there are people who have been hungry since they were fifteen, who haven't even purchased food that they know they shouldn't eat since they started working as pantyhose models - but the rest of the world (including me) might as well be told to stop breathing in and out if they're told that they couldn't ever eat anything awesome again. I like almost all food, and I'm going to keep eating almost everything - just a lot less shyte from now on. For example, tonight while watching Hornblower, I'm going to have a chocolate, and in this way, the chocolates will stop pinging my radar. If I eat no more than one, I get to keep my +1 Denial feat count today.
Feats of Determination: +1 for a late afternoon walk\run. Last year I learned how to run - I wouldn't have made it without a smartphone app of the 'C25K' (couch to 5 km) running program that for the first few attempts ran a bell when I'd run for thirty seconds then walked for ninety. I am able to run for the first time in my life - I couldn't even run when I was a skinny little spunkrat. It encouraged me to sign up for my first fun run (5 km, which took me 38 minutes - double the time of other people my age, but I was the fattest person there). I ran a full 5 km without stopping just once last year, and I'll do it again, and more often this year. Today I just ran\walked for 5km, up the big hill near our house.
It's important to note that yes it was pretty awesome of me to take up running last year, but I also took up eggs benedict for lunch twice a week. My body clearly rejected the idea of me looking hotter.
Feats of Duty: +2 for finding suitable clothing for the walk\run among the debris of wares unpacked from our holiday and for putting a potato salad together for lunch. Soon I'll talk about carbs, in the meantime: leave me alone about the potato. Tomorrow when there are shops open I'll get out and restock the house with perishables like fruit and vegetables. For now, that potato salad was a better lunch choice than to defrost a pie.
It's okay - it's a long-term plan, this plan.
It's okay - it's a long-term plan, this plan.
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