A year on.

Yeah, it’s a year this month since I joined the gym, I thought a little reflection might be in order. 

Well I’ve learned plenty and am doing nothing like the work outs I started with a year ago. I never splashed out on the personal training sessions or anything, I just watched, and I read and I researched and more than anything I tried. I tried new stuff, old stuff, strength camp stuff, yoga stuff. I did mixed cardio and light resistance high reps. I did high intensity interval training. I did body weight stuff, I ran, I lifted, I jogged, I inclined. 

Now, a year on, I have a much better handle on my diet which is a big part of everything but I have to confess, this has only been in full force the last couple of months. According to the scales my weight went way up then back down again but my clothes fit better, I can walk up that bitch of a hill after work every night without stopping (or sometimes even noticing) and after a couple of billion squats I’m starting to see signs of having some kind of butt. Yay. My road running is still pretty much shit, due to achey knees and a frankly poor attitude to going out after work. It’s too cold/hot/humid/rainy. You know how it goes. I have much less pain from my duff foot-leg-hip combo too which is a massive plus, and a motivator as if I lay off the workouts I start to feel the old twinges pretty quickly.

I’ve learned that a work out doesn’t wipe out the after effects of a pizza and that a good play list is essential to success.

I’ve learned that I hate HIIT and exercise bikes.

I’ve learned I can get through a lot more body weight exercises than I thought I could and that crunches are for pussies.

I’ve learned that squats are amazing and no matter how daft you look, you should do them. 

My biggest lesson right now, and the one I will carry with me into year two is that if you can lift a weight through more than 6 reps, you need to be lifting more weight. Because you wont get bulky, you wont suddenly hulk out overnight, and you wont look like a dude. You will get stronger, and you will see much faster improvement than you imagine. Maybe not for everyone but I also feel physically better after a good weights session, much more so than after a similar cardio session. 

So onward we go. I could have done better but I still feel I’ve done well. I don’t have a work out buddy any more (though The Boy is often in attendance at the same gym at the same time) and although the camaraderie was nice it’s maybe better this way. Get in and get on then get out. 

My September 2014 goals? To be running a comfortable two miles outside, to have mastered deadlifts and to have the kind of ass one would expect from 1000+ squats a month. No more weight or size goals, that just makes me too sad. I’ve even taken some undies shots to monitor my progress and no, I’m not going to post them until I have some more flattering ‘after’ shots!

A harsh truth, lightly told. I like it. 

Update of sorts

I have neglected this blog. Yeah, I’m always saying that! But anyway, what’s been happening?

I’m about 3kg down since Easter, which is good I suppose but nowhere near as much as I have been aiming for. For the most part I’ve been getting two reasonable gym sessions in per week but the road running has stopped again due to recurrence of previously documented spaz leg issues. I feel fitter, my measurements are slowly going down and I’m sticking to a lower carb diet and I’d say my eating is clean 90% of the time. 

I’m maybe not drinking enough water, need to up that. 

Oh, I’m also as depressed as hell :-/ Like, random bursting into tears for no reason depressed. Yes life is slow and I’m broke and I hate my job and I’m starting to hate everyone around me who has something I don’t. Yes I’m feeling bitter and childish. I want a holiday and some new clothes (in a smaller size that I actually fit into) and a new bed and some fun stuff to look forwards to. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. 

Maybe it is the standard blues that kick in around this time every year with the impending doom approach of my birthday. Yes another July marker to reflect back on a year of pretty much zero achievement. I don’t know why I always feel like this about it, needless to say I have issues. 

Issues that I need to pack in my gym bag I think and sorry about on a treadmill. Feeling like crap about my life on the sofa is one thing. Feeling like crap about my life and losing 300 calories at the same time is something else entirely. Need to move. 

But I know some things are improving, just slowly slowly. 

That wasn’t very inspiring was it?

Fail, fail, fail, good work, fail.

Evil Cheese.

It’s been a mixed couple of days. Lots of lovely walks in Wales over the weekend, and the duff knee held up pretty well so Ben Nevis is still looking achievable. Still, I’m not ridiculous enough to try and convince myself that all the outdoor activity compensated for the cheese and fried breakfasts and booze and more cheese. Sad face. 

But that was holiday, and holiday is over, so back on the wagon for me. 

Oh, yeah, apart from a ton of crackers and sausage and, oh fuckit more cheese, in front of the football last night. Goddam you cheese!!!!!!

However today I’m 150 calories under goal and I walked home and I managed a kind of half assed shred attempt this evening without anything that would flare up my knee. Reckon maybe a 250 calorie burn, got a sweat on but didn’t get a proper feel good from it. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. 

I’d feel proud of today if I hadn’t started it with a mini melton mowbary for breakfast. Ick. 

Recovery regime, Day 7

Well it all seems to be going the way it needs to. 


Managed to get in my routine almost every day since issue, slight fail on Thursday but due to colossal food fail on the same day I am erasing that 24 hour period from my memory. 

Leg is holding up well, didn’t spaz out when I was forced to run about 30m on Saturday (please don’t ask) and has managed a lot of walking over the weekend in inappropriate shoes. Hurrah. 

Minutes of exercise: 110

painkillers taken: 1

comedy nerve sensations: Nought to one depending on definition of ‘comedy’ but has crazy throbbing pins and needles in one toe whilst completing nerve stretches. Weird. 

Diet efforts remain on track due to seeing super successful slimmer buddy on Friday night and frankly, not being that hungry today. Also nurturing my Jillian Michaels girl crush with a couple of her books. Winning by Losing is on the way from the lovely folks at ebay and the metabolism one to go to the Kindle shortly. Best strike when the motivation is hot. 

Today was a good day. 

Isabelle Caro ‘the face of anorexia’ dead before 30 in age and kilos. RIP lady, so very, very sad. Click the pic for the Independent article. 

Isabelle Caro ‘the face of anorexia’ dead before 30 in age and kilos. RIP lady, so very, very sad. Click the pic for the Independent article. 

Not bad for a wet Wednesday

  • Three pound evil weekend gain, reversed
  • Burn vs consumption goal exceeded
  • 2 of 3 meals for tomorrow already cooked and ready to go in their low fat low carb and easy open goodness
  • Stress causing coursework complete and submitted
  • Warm and shiny and relaxed and ready for bed
Maybe it will all be ok after all

Going back to MFP today in the vague hope it might get me back on track, if I can stay honest on it. But so far today is better than I thought it would be, going to have to try and burn some if I want to have anything other than diet coke in the pub tonight. 
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Going back to MFP today in the vague hope it might get me back on track, if I can stay honest on it. But so far today is better than I thought it would be, going to have to try and burn some if I want to have anything other than diet coke in the pub tonight. 

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(Source: jenwithpinktoes)

#popstarsdonteat Oh get over it

If you’r reading this, it’s probably not news to you but incase you live outside of the social outrage network that is Twitter, Gaga has been upsetting people. Again. 

To paraphrase shamelessly- the singer tweeted that after a gruelling double spin class she was eating a salad when what she really wanted was a cheese burger because, and now we are quoting, #popstarsdonteat 

Cue massive viral backlash. 

She’s irresponsible, she’s a role model, she’s glorifying extreme BLAH BLAH BLAH. Seriously? Have these people seen Lady Gaga? Did they ever imagine that she ever got to that figure without a punishing exercise regime? Was it in the realms of possibility that she would be where she is in this world without being thin, trim and perky? No, she wouldn’t. She’s a circus act folks, and if you’re going to tell me she’s an amazing singer you can fuck right off. She can carry a tune for the most part, but she’s a hell of an entertainer. She’s a spectacle, we all love a good gawp and how much would we have to say if there was even the slightest sign of a love handle anywhere under her latest meat suit/egg dress/full body condom type thing? Everyone is looking, of course she wants to be skinny. Because the general record buying, monster allegiance swearing public want to be skinny. Or skinnier at least. 

Punishing your body with spin classes (hat’s off though, I can’t make it through one spin class and don’t ever want to) then eating a stupidly low calorie no carb dinner is not a medically sound behaviour pattern. But it wont add to your body fat percentage or make anything splurge out over the waistband of your oh so skinny jeans. It should not be touted to her bazillion obsessed and million half obsessed fan base that this is behaviour to emulate. But can we all just give a round of applause for her telling the truth? How does she look the way she does? She is kick ass fit and she eats bugger all. End of. Thank the heavens that she’s not another skeletal starlet wheezing out from behind a marlboro red and diet coke sustenance regime that she ‘eats all the time, her metabolism is just high’. Neither is she ‘losing weight naturally through breast feeding’ or ‘lucky to have such fine bone structure’. It’s not luck, it’s bloody hard work and she’s not bullshitting anyone about it. 

This is celebville. This is what 98% of the female famous are, and the general consumer of pretty much everything makes this so. We allow it, we like it! If we didn’t, they wouldn’t flourish. I remember being at a convention a summer or so ago (yeah, I’m fat and a nerd, what of it?) and being shocked at how incredibly thin a certainly lovely lady  TV vampire was. Not because I expected a chubber or anything, but because she looked like she was made of boobs on the telly. On a small stage in a hotel in Northampton, she was tiny and flat and I sort of wanted to give her a cake and a very gentle cuddle. I wasn’t alone as her figure was mentioned in a panel session and she shared the fact that she had ‘accepted’ early in her career that she was going to be hungry most of the time. And she wanted to work, so that helps her cope with wanting to eat.

Challenge that people- challenge that we have made an anorexic BMI the norm in media. Challenge that a Hollywood portrayal of ‘curvy’ is likely to be a stone under a healthy BMI weight, at the very least. Challenge that women still lie constantly about how they get that look- be it surgery, a paprika based diet or some nice photoshop manipulation.

Give Lady Gaga a break, she’s crazy enough to wear a dress made of ham and take (shudder) spin classes, why is this tweet admission such a shocker? 

And as a final thought- shouldn’t these ‘vulnerable fans’ who will be unduly influenced by her know what they are blindly worshipping? Don’t we get most upset with celebrities when they shatter our rose tinted perceptions of who they really are?

I am considering issuing this to my boyfriend as a survival guide.

I am considering issuing this to my boyfriend as a survival guide.

(Source: martitta)