I Am Sick
I rarely, ever get sick. Unless it is self inflicted and involves too much alchohol. My kids don't get sick either, or my other half.
But this week? I have definitely been sick. I don't know what it is - some kind of gastro thing I expect, but OH how my limbs ache, and ewww the diarhoea yesterday (you didn't want to know that, did you?), and I woke up early this morning cold from the breeze coming in the window, but even half getting under the doona made me sweat.
I'm on holidays from work this week and am on Day 3 of feeling poorly. I don't want to eat, but I'm hungry. I don't want to drink, but I'm so parched.
I think I shall retreat back to the couch and lie down (again). Any attempt at excercising has well and truly flown out the window.
Ta-Dah! 71.8
Bless Me Weight Loss Gods For I Have Sinned.
It's been two weeks since my last proper weigh in. I think. I'm totally losing track of everything. Even Calorie King is sending me mournful "We miss you" emails. I find that annoying, actually.
Still, from 72.6 to 71.8 is OK - I guess 400gms per week on average is around a pound or so. And seeing I haven't been doing any excercise at all....what more can I expect?
I am so, so, so lazy, but after being at work all day, the last thing I want to do is exercise. So I figure I might keep the exercise up my sleeve for when the weight loss grinds to a halt, or plateaus, or whatever.
I don't find eating well very difficult as I wasn't a huge overeater anyway. We don't regularly have dessert, I don't drink a lot of alcohol (although after the last couple of weeks maybe I should). I think my main problems are remebering to eat breakfast, and watching my portion sizes at dinner. I now make a concious effort not to eat until I am full to the brimm, to eat more slowly, and it seems to be working...slowly.
Tennis
So after work, I did some washing (boo!), had some dinner (yummmo Beef Satay something Lean Cuisine as the hubby and kids are away), did a hard 30 mins on the exercise bike (yuck, on a warm Sydney evening), and now, Lleyton Hewitt is getting thumped in the tennis (yay!!).
What an obnoxious prat he is. Give me Roger Federer any day. Please.
My mum took my boys (aged 13 and 14) to the Australian Open today. I was a bit concerned about her in the heat today, but apparently they are all fine and just a little starstruck!
Oh The Disappointment - 72.6
200 grams is all I lost this past week. I can't tell you how disappointed I am.
I've eaten well - usually 6 small meals. I haven't gone over 1200 cals per day once. No chocolate, no sweets, no alchohol, and I've been enjoying what I am eating and feeling quite proud of myself.
Then I hop on the scales Sunday morning, and they say 72.6. And now they're even higher - around 73.6.
I don't know what I am doing wrong. Possibly, I'm not exercising enough - though I did take 2 long walks (not heaps, I know, but a lot more than the nothing I was getting before).
Oh well, persevere another week I suppose.
I Am My Own Worst Enemy
Since the last post on Sunday when I crowed with glee at the thought of having lost either 1 or 2 kilos, I have obsessed over the whole thing until my head exploded.
It can't have been 2 kilos, the scales were different, one weigh I had clothes on, one weigh I didn't, one weigh was in the morning, one weigh was at night. I convinced myself I hadn't actually lost anything at all. And if I hadn't lost anything at all, the whole world just sucked as I hadn't ever gone over my 1200 cals daily, or the fat intake. I thought about it. Obsessed over it. Dwelled on it. Finally, here on Wednesday, I
am over it.
So what if I didn't lose much. I am eating healthier and getting some exercise. That in itself is a good thing.
I did think though, I have pretty low tolerance to drinking a lot of water. Wandering about weeing all day looking like a blowfish is not for me. Not at this point in time. Not having to get up twice a night to wee. I started looking at my sodium intake. It was fine. So I turned to that reliable medical institute we all love. The internet. Where I found this out:
The pituitary gland produces and releases antidiuretic hormone when a person becomes dehydrated or when electrolyte levels become too high. Pain, stress, exercise, and a low level of sugar in the blood can also stimulate the release of antidiuretic hormone from the pituitary gland, as can the following drugs:
* Carbamazepine (an anticonvulsant)
When too much antidiuretic hormone is released, the sodium level in the blood falls and the body retains water.
Well there you go. I'm an epileptic who takes Carbamazepine daily. Maybe that's why I suffer for two days for drinking a litre of water during the day. Or maybe it's crap, as it's from the internet. Who knows.
All I
do know is, I feel so much better not drinking so much. So I won't.
Happy dance :)
Oh and did I mention I started weighing myself daily? If not twice a day? If anything is going to do your head in, that will.
w00t!
The first week and I have lost 2.2 kgs!! Yay me!
Although it actually may not be quite that much due to the change in scales, and isn't the initial loss sometimes a lot of fluid (despite all that godamn water we're supposed to drink?)
Anyways, even if the old scales were 1 kg out, I still lost 1.2 which is cool for a week. I'm on my way down to 65!
So to review the small goals I set
last week:
- Get decent scales. Yup! Not the you beaut ones that show your fat percentage, how many kids you have, and your bank balance, but nice digital ones that were $25 as opposed to $85-$95.
- Go for a walk at least 3 times a week (find a route that takes 30 mins or so) Yup! - actually went 5 times, and have a good 45 minute route
- Stock up on fruit and yoghurts etc for snacks Yup!
- Find somewhere/somehow to log what I eat Yup! That's here
- Stop having sugar in my coffee. Hmmmm....sometimes...mostly not. Oh well, Rome wasn't built in a day hey?
- Drink more water (some would be a start). Yup! Although, I physically could not stay drinking the 1.5 litres I had for 2 days. So now I try for around 750 mls. which is a lot more than none, my friends!
So overall, a good first week, and I would give me a 5 out of 6 for the goals. Now I need to think of some more.
Over at Calorie King, they say my first goal weight on my way to 65 should be 69 kilos, so I think I'd like to also think of a reward for getting there - hopefully in 3 or 4 weeks.
Any suggestions for rewards?
Scales and Water
I've been trying to drink more water. The past two days I've had about 1.5 litres a day and spent all day running to the loo. Ugh the bloating. Yesterday, I felt about 5 months pregnant, and it hurt :( I don't think I can face all that water again tomorrow... Must check the family history to see if I have any camels as relatives - they hold water well.
The new scales have been purchased. Last night when I got home I weighed myself, and they said 75.6kgs. The horror!
This morning - they said 73.2. WTF? Must be all that water.
Have taken the dog for a 30 minute walk after dinner the last two nights, so that's all good, although I have to force myself to go. Like drag myself kicking and screaming.
I haven't quite managed to drop the sugar from my coffee. There's some things that are sacred. Although I did drop to one sugar...most of the time, reduced the amount of coffee I drink and have my coffee with that high calcium, low fat Anlene milk which tastes OK.
I've had breakfast every day - porridge with wheat bran - yummo! Seriously, I love porridge.
But oh, the excessive tiredness. I am stuffed when I get home from work. I've been eating enough, although I don't know if I shall become an avid calorie counter - recording everything over at Calorie King is so time consuming and I keep forgetting to do it.
So on Saturday, is the official one week weigh in.
We shall see.
The Story
I can always remember having issues about my weight (and appearance). Once when I was a kid and we had a party with friends (early primary school I think) all us kids fell asleep while the parents rocked on. Come the end of the night, the dad of some of the kids was picking all his up and putting them in the car. Sleepy as I was, I recall blearily jumping to my feet and staggering to the car myself, fearful that he wouldn't be able to lift me, and wanting to avoid the embarrassment for both of us.
I know I don't have a massive amount to lose, but being only 160-163cms tall (it'd be good if I knew exactly..) - I'm a puddin'. A typical pear. My hubby and my kids can eat whatever, whenever and not put on weight. I hate that. Sometimes, when I consider getting some exercise (nothing exciting - just taking the dog for a walk!) I say to myself "Why should I have to? He doesn't. It's not fair". I am my own worst enemy.
And I'm being my own worst enemy now. I was going to get up at a decent hour, have a healthy breakfast and take Piper for a walk - but here I am procrastinating in front of the computer, assing about with this blog. Have had no breakfast, and am on my second cup of coffee. At least this one has no sugar in it.
I need some decent scales - the ones I have are odd. When you get off them, the needle thingy is never back on zero, it's always over. Does that mean they weigh me heavier? Or are they just stuffed?
I need to stock up on some decent foods. I'm not actually too bad an eater. I don't settle down with chocolate every night, I don't have dessert. I think my main issue is that I don't get any excercise at all and I certainly don't eat enough fruit. I am dead lazy and it's got to stop. Still, baby steps are the go I think.
Goals For Week 1.- Get decent scales (have to wait until I get paid Tuesday)
- Go for a walk at least 3 times this week (must find a route that takes about 30 minutes or so).
- Stock up on fruit for snacks, yoghurt etc.
- Find somewhere/somehow to log what I eat.
- Stop having sugar in my coffee.
- Drink more water (some, would be a start)
It's all a start I guess. I just don't know how to fit everything in with work, a family and this incessant tiredness and lethargy. Any suggestions?
Happy New Year
I had the quietest one ever. The hubby was working (gotta love I.T. and a rotating 24/7 roster), the kids are in Melbourne at their dads, so there was just me and the dog.
Watched "Damien" (the 2006 version with Liev Schreiber) on DVD (scary on your own), followed by that old classic I have never seen "What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?" with the grand dames Bette Davis and Joan Crawford.
As I had thought that keeping more regular hours and improving my sleep patterns was a good idea, I started the New Year off well by staggering into bed at around 3.45am, and getting up this morning at 11.15am. Oh well, back to work tomorrow, and I guess things will settle down a bit then.
