Week 7 & 8
As I mentioned in Week 6, I was afraid I was losing muscle instead of fat, so I began doing exercises next to my yoga. As I had been doing yoga for six weeks, I felt my joints were ready for some more movement. My dear Canadian friend Stephanie mentioned HASfit to me, an online exercise program. She has been doing the daily exercises religiously for a few months already and has lost over 10kg. This result convinced me to try it out. You can do it from home, whenever you want (but daily with two rest days per week), and on the fitness level that suits you. I’ve started the foundation program, and I can tell you; it’s hard work! My body isn’t used to all that movement anymore and tries to fight me, but the HASfit instructors keep me focussed and motivated. They show you how to down or upgrade every single exercise, which is great when you have joint problems.
I can’t seem to get my weight under the 76kg on Tuesdays as the last two weekends I have been indulging myself. My weight drops, only to rise again after the weekend. The weekend before last I had a birthday party, and my husband took me out for a delayed Valentine’s Day celebration (see the temptations above!). This last weekend we went to Glasgow to see Imagine Dragons. Of course, this came with a lovely Sunday roast at the Rait Antique Centre (including sticky toffee pudding!) and a scrumptious dinner at TGI Friday. No wonder my weight loss is going so slow! 🙂
My weight this morning was 76.1 kg (11.98 stone), but most of the time it’s been under 76kg. I’m confident that next week I will officially go beneath the 76kg! I’ve given up on measuring my waist with my belt and have given in to properly measuring it with a measuring tape. Last week, it was 83.5cm (32.9 inches) and this week 82.5cm (32.5 inches). Whether this is a result of the diet or the exercise, I don’t know. My bet is on the exercise, considering what I’ve been eating and drinking 🙂 . I did notice that I can almost tighten my belt a notch further!
Here are the photos of Week 7.
Not much change again, at least not visible.
No other change than that more rounded belly. Now on to Week 8.
It’s a slow going process, but I’m okay with that. I’m still enjoying nice food in the meantime and not completely starving myself. I like the salads I make for lunch as they are more appetizing than plain sandwiches. I do need to curb my dinners crawling back to the way they were, with rice, pasta, and potatoes. Now fingers crossed I don’t need to celebrate anything soon!
Here are some images of the lovely stuff I’ve been eating the last two weeks:
But I love food, sleeping, writing and, of course, sex…
There are several things that I enjoy more than other things in life, the best ones are food, sleeping and writing. Okay, sex too, I’m only human. I get tremendous enjoyment from eating dark chocolate, crisps, and medium-rare steaks. I love eating in restaurants, where they not only serve delicious food, but also display it in an appetising manner. Since I was so unfortunate to get a severe case of glandular fever when I was nineteen years old, sleeping has been one of my most time-consuming past-times. It has become less since I passed the forty-five year mark, but I still enjoy a nice nap during daytime now and again. When I wrote my first book I got my first real high. I liken it to snorting cocaine (although I have never done this, so my comparison is purely based on hear-say). My life was great, I felt great and, as this goes hand in hand, sex was great! I got down when I started editing, but got high again when I wrote my second book. I haven’t been high since I finished that one.
I want to get high again. And I do a little bit, every time I eat a dark magic chocolate, every time I have one of those magical naps, and I am looking forward to reaching one of those magical highs again when writing. Does this mean I am an addict?
Since last year I have been trying to lose weight. I have been going to a gym (but gave up on that since the new year) and have been on the Cambridge diet for three months. All in all I have lost four kg. Nothing to rave about, but it is progress (still seven to go). What I didn’t expect was that every day I was on that diet I craved food. When I was writing I was okay, I didn’t need to snack. However, as soon as my children came home from school I changed into this other person. I would sneak in snacks, tell myself excuses to eat more, even eat behind my kids back. I think that qualifies as an addiction.
The strange thing is that I don’t mind not-eating when it isn’t there. I occupy myself with things that need doing (or not) and don’t eat at all. I can easily skip breakfast and have lunch at 2pm. No problemo. This week I have forgotten to organise grocery shopping. I was just too busy. We still had a lot in the cupboard and freezer to get by (although we went out for dinner yesterday :)) and hence didn’t have any cookies or crisps available (they never last long). And I didn’t miss them! When my kids told me they were peckish I told them to make a sandwich. They did. So, I didn’t go out to get crisps or cookies, I didn’t bake any, I didn’t steal lollies that my kids were hording in their room. Likewise with the sleeping. I have been too busy to sleep. Likewise with the sex. My DH and I have been sleeping on the landing since we started renovating our bedroom a few months ago. Having sex next to your children’s bedroom doors is as frequent as a visit to the moon. When we went to London for a day and stayed in a hotel for a night we caught up though :).
And then it finally hit me. I’m not an addict…
I am a sucker for temptation!