Feeling a bit more positive this week. Whilst I am not absolutely completely utterly living like an absolute, complete and utter saint; it is a much better performance than last week so far. The differences??
I am breakfasting!..and no I don’t mean relapsing into full-englishville.
The temptation for cholesterol hell just isn’t there any more; mind you, with a
bowl of cereal, two rounds of toast AND a bowl of porridge one could hardly
accused me of pecking at my food. It seems to be setting me up nicely for the
day, and a lunchtime cup-a-soup seems to be all I’m ready for during the
day.
Less crisps, no cookies!...I did succumb to a packet of
Quavers with my Subway last night, and the two, four-packs of Snack-a-Jacks are looking rather depleted; but no gooey
bikkies, plus I’m not having cheese on me sarnie. I know these are small
things, but whatever the ‘result’ on Friday; I’m eating better. It also shows I
am being more conscious of what I am shoving in my mouth, which is something I
have forgotten to do over the last month.
Exercising! As well as the ‘Mara’ on Sunday, tonight was the
interval training run with the Spartans. A chilly night – not to mention
leaving work a bit late so having to negotiate a tricky ‘getting changed in the
car while no one is looking as they are going to see oooooh so much more than
they bargained for – but good fun; repeated two minutes ‘bursts’ (eeeeeew,
ew-ew-eeeeeeew) with one minute rests. From my perspective this was bordering
on an all-out sprint; for others, a light bit of jogging……so annoying….they
could have at least puffed and blown a bit……!
So I am cautiously optimistic about Friday’s weigh in. Not
going to set myself up for a fall by expecting a weight loss; whatever happens I
know I am finally going in the right direction. If the result is not what I
want it to be, I will just have to be even stricter. If I can crack it then I
think not only will I lose weight, the increased distances will mean bigger
weight losses. That’s the plan anyway.
Strength session after arriving home Thursday, quick
joggette on Friday night and a day of rest before the Athon on Sunday (gawd
knows what Porthon, Aramin and Dartagnan will say).
No running tomorrow; nevertheless do pop back, as it will be
a very special night, VERY special.
Got you curious now haven’t I? Well; you’ll just have to
tune in to find out what the heck I’m going on about. Mind you, don’t hold your
breath; I have people who have known me for decades and they STILL can’t work
out what language I’m speaking (they just smile and nod).
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