Now What?

Since quitting (horrible word!) Weight Watchers, I’ve been trying to “re-strategise” my weight loss approach. Here’s what I’ve come up with….Please tell me what you think!

  • Smaller Goals. I need to stop thinking about how much I have to lose, or how often I have to go to the gym, or how long I have to run on the treadmill, or what I’m cutting out of my diet, etc….I have to start setting myself smaller goals. As in: For the next 3 weeks, I’m going to go to gym 3 times a week or more; or, I will cook & prepare all my meals at home for the next 2 weeks, etc. You see where I’m going with this?
  • Reward Myself. If I can stick to these smaller goals I set, I can reward myself when I achieve them. I’m not talking about food rewards, I mean a new top or something nice for me. Like a little reminder of what I’ve achieved, but something that won’t break the bank either! 😉
  • Patience. I really struggle with this sometimes. Contrary to what logic tells me, I always end up with unrealistic expectations. For instance, I think that by going to gym 4 times in one week will magically make me fit into that one top I’ve been trying on for ages but that just doesn’t fit…yet. Unrealistic. Weight loss takes time, and instead of getting disheartened, I should just stick to my guns and power through!
  • Consistency. By this, I mean not only consistently sticking to the goals I’ve set for myself, but now that I don’t have my weekly weigh ins with WW anymore, I’m going back to doing it bi-weekly, and then posting it here to keep tabs on how I’m doing.

Well, that’s it for now. Nothing too extraordinary, but achievable. I didn’t want to end up juggling too much and invariably drop a few balls along the way. 🙂

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British 10K…..Done!

I DID IT!! I frikkin did it! This was my first ever 10K and I finished it in a good time. I was aiming for 1hr20 and I actually finished in 1hr18……I almost couldn’t believe it when I crossed the finish line, but I did it.

The start was a little overwhelming as there were almost 50, 000 runners taking part. I couldn’t believe the amount of people running on the day. It took me almost 7mins just to get across the starting line after the gun went and I heard it took others almost 20mins! Well, the first 2.5km went really well and I think I actually ran the first 3km which I was really happy with.

British 10K runners along Embankment

However, when I hit the long stretch between Embankment and St. Paul’s, I really hit a wall. I think it was mainly between 4km-7km and I had to walk a lot. I found it really hard to keep running, but I set myself those small targets I told you all about in my previous post, and it really worked. I just kept on concentrating on running 7 or 8mins at a time and stuck to it. Eventually I got myself into a rhythm and tried to distract myself from the distances and how far I still had to go. 10km is really far! 😉

That's me in the yellow and black top!

My boyfriend was there to cheer for me on the day and I actually saw him in the crowds! He managed to get the above pic of me in action…not my best photo, but it’s proof I did it.

My other problem was about halfway through I started getting a huge blister on my right foot. It was really painful when I ran, but I just tried to force myself not to think about it and I had to run on the side of my foot for a few stretches. At least my shins held up on the day and I didn’t have any problems with that, which I was really worried about.

There were almost 50,000 runners!

The best feeling came around the 8K mark when I realised how close I was to the finish. I had my iPod blaring and all the spectators were cheering us on, which really helped with the last push. Seeing the finish was the most amazing feeling, and it really spurs you on to finish strong. I had a little energy left, so I ran most of the last kilometre. Looking at my watch as I crossed the finish line was an incredible feeling! I couldn’t believe that I actually did it! I had run 10km.

It was a really great race and definitely something I’d like to do every year. Perhaps aim to improve my time each year I run it….The spectators were fantastic and most of the runners were running for charities, so I never felt like I was racing anyone and I could just run at my own pace. The organisers and my fellow runners were all really positive and we all encouraged each other.

YAY!! My first 10K......Done.

In closing, I am really proud of myself and I don’t care who knows it. I went into this race really scared and nervous, but I conquered my fears and I did what I set out to do. I might be attributing a bit too much to finishing this race, but it’s really given me confidence. I can do something that I really set my mind to. I might not have been the fastest person on the day, but I finished it and I wasn’t stone last.

It makes me think……what else am I capable of doing?

xxx

 

 

The Jean Incident.

                                                                                                                                                    

I recently thought it a good idea to dig up an old pair of jeans from deep down in the cupboard. You know, the section labelled “Clothes that used to fit me”. Part of me felt that I was being a bit premature, yet the other half was just too curious.

So it was that I found myself, jeans in hand, in the bedroom listening intently to whether Greg (the boyfriend) was still busy on the computer and wouldn’t interrupt this important moment. Let’s face it, no woman wants to be caught desperately trying to squeeze into a pair of “too tiny for your massive thighs” jeans. Especially by a man. That awkward moment of silence where his eyes are judging you, but he knows that if he had to comment, he’d be a dead man. This scenario should be avoided at all costs. If they don’t fit…..nobody needs to know.

With this thought in mind, I heard Greg furiously typing away in the study and I decided that this was my moment. As fast as lightning, I undressed and tried on my old pair of jeans. I held my breath……..THEY FIT!! I couldn’t believe it. I was over the moon. With a bounce in my step, I triumphantly marched into the study to show off my new/old jeans. Greg was suitably impressed and made all the correct remarks. He even threw in a couple of ooohs and aaahs. Ecstasy.

I went to bed that evening mentally planning my next days’ outfit around the jeans. I imagined myself walking into work, people noticing and maybe a compliment here or there. I can’t even begin to explain how good I felt. I finally had some sort of evidence that I was losing weight and that I’m headed in the right direction. It felt like I was skipping around on a cloud.

The next morning I woke up in an even better mood. I got dressed and the jeans still fit (sigh of relief). I was ready for the day. Little did I know my dream was about to be shattered.

Greg: “Do you know there’s a huge hole in your jeans?”

Lynne: “NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”  **dreams shattered**

It turns out, that in my excitement, I never noticed the massive hole in the front of the jeans. I was gutted. There was nothing I could do. Greg frantically tried to make me feel better and I tried to keep a brave face. However, when my bottom lip started quivering, we both knew it was a lost cause. There I was in floods of tears and my poor boyfriend not knowing what to do with me. I begrudgingly put on my old jeans and headed for work. I was miserable all day. Ask my colleagues.

I later received an e-mail from Greg urging me to go shopping for a new pair of jeans……His treat. Well, I didn’t have to be told twice. Do I have an awesome boyfriend or what? 🙂

Well, the good that came out of this drama, is that I now own a brand spanking new pair of jeans & I’m a size down! I didn’t even reach for my old size in the shops. It felt amazing. So, with Greg’s money and my continual weight loss, I’m hoping to add loads more clothes to the wardrobe soon! Of course, Greg doesn’t know this yet. Shhhh….don’t tell him. Hehehehee!

xxx