Shucks

Thank you for your supportive comments regarding my last post, I’m kind of relieved you don’t mind me hanging around!

So, I am just going to blog as and when I feel like it, and try a bit of lunch-time blogging as well…

I am probably way overdue for an update on my healthy-eating, healthy me plan. During the week I am a fairly conscientious healthy eater but the weekends seem to be my problem, I still want to eat hangover food, even though I am not hungover.

My tastes seemed to have regressed too… where once I would have craved exotic takeaway foods lately it’s been all about the chicken and chips.

Fried chicken and deep fried chips.

You know how some people have a sweet tooth? I have a salt tooth… give me those hot and salty chippies… mmmmm… with gravy… and extra chicken salt… or a ham sandwich… or cheese and crackers… fuck the chocolate, you can have it.

So anyway, sometimes I am good, sometimes I am bad.

Gym wise I have been going at least 4 times a week, sometimes more. Following the plan gym-lady gave me I was only doing 24 minutes of cardio and then weights, but someone told me that to lose weight you need to up the cardio so for the past couple of weeks I have been trying to do 10 minutes on the bike, 15 minutes on the cross trainer and 15 minutes of running/walking on the treadmill.

I hate the treadmill.
I hate running.
I hate that when I am at the gym there is nothing to watch on the little teles but the news or Antiques Roadshow.
I hate getting sweaty.
And red.

Sigh.

And last night I decided to hop on the gym scales for the first time since my fitness assessment.

How much do you think I lost?

NOT EVEN 50 GRAMS.

Whatthefuck….?

So from today I am trying to be a lot stricter with my diet… I have re-activated my account with Calorie King and am now logging every bloody thing I eat… did you know that Eclipse mints have 13 calories each?

So it’s goodbye fried chicken and hello salads.

Day 17…

The locals appear friendly.

You know. I think this is my last time at quitting smoking, because I am never going to start smoking again. Now… I am not saying that I will never ever have a drag again, because I’ve seen too many ex-smokers have a drag when they are a bit pissed or stressed but right now I feel like I won’t be a “smoker” again.

I can’t believe how slowly I am going through money, though it helps that I am taking my lunch to work as well.

Dudes, when you smoke and buy a coffee and buy your lunch you can say bye bye to at least $23. And my breathing, last night we went for a walk and I kept doing little jogs, because I WANTED to. I had energy and… stuff.

I’ve been patchless the past 2 days and feel ok, not grumpy, just probably a little more straightforward with some people than usual.

Other things I have noticed:

* Wow, the day is REALLY long with no ciggie breaks
* People really… smell after a ciggie
* The ocean is really salty – I think I am getting my sense of taste back
* Pubs smell like they did when I was a kid – presumably I am getting my sense of smell back too.
* I am saving money on gum too. At least $7 a week.

Also, I have now ascertained that those first ten days were the worst, I don’t want to start smoking so that I have to go through those 10 days again.

So. Yay. Go me.

What? The gym? **whistles innocently**

Oh. THE GYM.

It was… fine. Nothing overly shocking but you know, it’s never going to be fucking delightful to have a fat pinch test done is it?

Luke, the trainer, had empathy and was gentle with me. I am booked in for my introductory session next Friday arvo. On the positive side I am about as flexible as you can get (lucky Mick) and I have extremely strong abdominal muscles.

Apparently these muscles are merely hiding under a gazillion layers of fat.

Wee, little fuckers, come out, come out wherever you are.

And thank YOU for all of your lovely comments… you like me, right now, you like me!

Now, go and pre-order this book… Free postage if you do it before February 3rd! Unless you are in the UK or Ireland, in which case get OFF YOUR ARSE AND GET DOWN THE SHOPS!

Tomorrow…

it starts.

I’m not the tinest girl in the world and I’m never going to be “thin”, I doubt if I’ll even be slender but from tomorrow I am going to try and be healthy.

I am sick of worrying about my weight and questioning myself.
I am sick of wondering what people will think of me.
I am over stressing about what people might say to me.
I am tired of feeling so insecure.

I don’t really want to talk about my issues, just know that they are there.

From tomorrow though I will be 15 days smoke free and I have my assessment at the new free gym that they have opened at work. I also have to go to the dentist for an emergency appointment as I broke my tooth.

Wow. Diet, Dentist and Da gym…. what a bloody exciting day I have ahead of me.

Go visit my friend Jules, sometimes I feel like I am being so vapid on this blog and glossing over my true feelings and yet time and time again Jules posts honestly with humour and now has inspired me to let you in a little on how I am feeling.