Week 2 – Staying Focussed

So it’s Blue Monday. The most depressing day of the year and we are only 16 days into it! Although the weather is grim, I see no reason to be depressed, today I’m feeling quite optimistic despite it being day 1 of my exam week.

Honestly, in the past week the only proper exercise I have done is one run. I went to do 3 miles but my chest (which is still no better) just wouldn’t play and so I had to finish at 2.5 miles. I decided not to do any more to give my chest time to try and recouperate which I think has helped. I feel less congested today and ready for the week ahead.

In terms of eating, I’ve done very well. I’ve not smacked on crap throughout the week and had Saturday as a ‘cheat’ day in which I had champagne and cupcakes at a baby shower I attended in the evening. 

Weekly weigh in – I am down an extra 3ibs from last week. Totalling to 5ibs so far. This is great, however, I am looking forward to when I can start seeing the effect. 

With this week being exam week, I am going to be 100x more stressed than I am usually and (as most of you know) I am a major emotional eater. Therefore, focus is my main goal this week. I want to remain focused on my eating and not feed my emotions crap, otherwise I will end up feeling even crapper. After all, you are what you eat. 

Have a great week everyone! Stay focussed! 

S. 

A Weeks Worth 

Happy Monday folks! Hope you’ve all had a fantastic week!?
I thought I’d just do an update post to let you avid readers know how I’ve been doing for my first week.

Tuesday: Did 20mins of boxing. Wanted to go for a run but suffering with a chesty cold and didn’t feel up to it. Ate well, no snacking. By eating well I mean that I have been eating less and choosing what I eat more wisely. I have not cut anything out as that only makes me want it more.

Wednesday: Decided to just go for a little run to see how I felt. Ended up doing 3 miles. Apart from my chest hurting…my legs were fine. My knees still ached so I’m defo not running any further that 3 miles until Feb at least. Eaten well with no snacking again.

Thursday: The run on Weds seemed to have shook my chest and cold up and my whole head was full to the brim of phlegm and gunk so no run or workout. Another good day with my eating with no snacking.

Friday: 20mins boxing. Good eating even with my family trying to give me chocolate in the evening- I managed to resist.

Saturday: This was my ‘cheat day’. I went to London for a friends party and drank – a lot. However, we walked a lot in the day and danced the night away. Looked at my step counter and up to midnight it was over 21k steps…. we stayed out dancing till 4am so surely I must’ve burnt off all the vodka?! Haha, plus my thighs are now chisled from getting down low for hours on end.


Sunday: Hanging all day. All I wanted was coke and hula hoops but managed to resist and just have a normal dinner and no snacks. Bit of walking but no excercise (vom).

Week 1 scales are telling me that I am …drumroll…..2ib down. This is much more realistic than after two days (yes I thought I’d just have a look after two days please no judgement) where they told me I’d lost 10ibs. I’m glad they’ve chilled the hell out.

Overall, a successful first week I’d say. On to the next. Have a good one all.

S.

On A More Serious Note…

In most of my posts, I make a joke about my weight and constant struggles lowering it. This post, however, is just something a bit more serious that I would like to share with you all.

Of course, I would like to lose weight to enable me to feel good about myself. Be able to look in a mirror without utter disgust. Be able to look good in clothes that are a bit skimpier than a bin bag. The main reason I would like to lose weight, however, is to improve my health. Here are some of the observations that I have made recently with my rising BMI:

Mind:

Hardly exercising, drinking and eating constant crap is really having a detrimental effect on my mind. The main thing it is playing on is my anxiety. I have not been going with my family to see other family members because of my anxiety. Worrying about what they will think/say about my increasing weight – how disappointed they will be in me. Not only family members, but cancelling on friends too for the same reasons.

I have also noticed myself growing more and more depressed. I, honestly, have no nice things to say about myself. I can not look at myself in the mirror at all. A constant feeling of tiredness accompanies my little to no drive.

Hair:

My hair is ridiculously thin, constantly breaking and falling out quicker than North&South Korea.

Periods:

As some of you who have followed this blog from the beginning will know, I have Poly-cystic Ovaries. Before I lost weight a few years ago, I hadn’t had a period in over a year. When I lost the weight, my periods came back to being monthly and light. However, since gaining back the pounds I have noticed my monthly periods becoming less regular and even skipping months. This is not something that I would like to start happening again as it effects so much more than just my menstrual cycle.

Skin:

My skin is growing whiter by the day, massive circles around my eyes and I look generally unwell all of the time. I believe this is due to not having the right amount of vitamins through not eating properly and not exercising regularly.

General Health:

I’m not going to lie, in the past two months I have been seriously worried that I was going to have a heart attack – on more than one occasion! I have been feeling tight chest pains, unusual heart rhythms/flutters and experiencing very high blood pressure, something that I NEVER get. I have caught a bad bad cold more times in the past six months than ever before and I find it hard to breathe if I lay on my back due to my neck fat and humongous boobs crushing down on my trachea.

So there you have it folks, these are the main reasons why I am incredibly focused in losing the weight that I have accumulated and put back on over the past year or two and even more if I can. It’s not about how you look it’s all about health. I don’t want to get diabetes or risk dying young all for the sake of a few precious moments with some chicken nuggets, pizzas and chocolate etc.  I want to live life and live life full. As Renton said in Trainspotting “I choose Life”.

S.

Merry Crimbo and a Quick Reflection.


Merry Christmas you beautiful lot! 

I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful day filled with lots of love, friends, family and food.

Food…. something that I need to survive but can’t manage to stop eating and seen as my last post was in Feb, I must admit I’ve piled on the pounds. Yes, I’m a cliche yo-yo dieter it seems. In October I ran my first ever half marathon. Holy crap what an experience that was. I’ve never been so happy to eat a banana! God only knows why people would want to run any further than that! Never the less, I completed it and received my medal. My mum who also ran it (yes she is nearly 50 and ran it quicker than me) has already booked her next one for April and maybe another in June and then even mentioned a marathon next October. Well mum, sod that! My knackered knees are telling me to lose some stones of fat before I run any great distance again. 

And that is pretty much all I’ve really done this year. Of course the usual walking but nothing else. No wonder I’m starting to resemble a fat toad again. 

I reckon for 2017 I will not come up with any resolutions that I break within the first week, instead I will set some goals. The first being to keep on top of this and blog more frequently (I do miss you all). The second to lose at least a stone or two by this time next year. I think that’s pretty doable? In the mean time, however, I am going to be sticking my two fingers up at 2017 and seeing the year out with a week of feasting on all things unholy and drink till I’m sick at least every single day (#yolo). 

What are you all thinking for 2017? Resolutions? Goals? Feck it? 

On that note, I shall leave you all to your Christmases (spelling?!) enjoy the rest of 2016 – I’m sure it’s been a shitter for a few of us. See you all in January, much love, Sophia. 

1 Week In.

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(From an evening walk just before Christmas).

Hello all. TGIFT (tomorrow).

As the title suggests, I am now one week in to my training and it has been a cracking week of that. Although I have been at placement working like a horse, I have managed to force myself out into the cold and get shit done!

Thursday: 3miles. Was very stop start as didn’t know the route and included the longest gigantic hill ever. (Had a great run down the other end though).
Friday: 5 mile walk. Had a lovely walk around Hampstead Heath as previously posted and made a delicious sugar free vegan cake also as previously posted.

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Saturday: 3miles. A bit better than Thursday as was a different route but still had to walk up a steep incline.
Sunday: 13mile power walk. Used to do these near enough every Sunday but since I have moved to London it has been every so many months. As it was me, my mum and my uncle I didn’t want them to think I was a slacker and so kept up their pace. Safe to say I nearly threw up at the end. I was knackered by the 5 mile mark.
Monday: No workout. Ridiculously achey from Sunday. A bird crapped on my bag.

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Tuesday: Run around the track. No idea how far it was in miles but they were quite quick 6 laps. Wasn’t the best running ever as was still achey AND I don’t like running in circles. My body says to give up once I see the finsih line so it is always hard for me to continue going after 1 lap.
Wednesday: 3 miles. Me and my friend decided to go on a random run wherever our legs took us. This in turn helped us find an amazing route packed with hills, long flat stretches a canal and general great scenery (not to mention not that busy which is a God send for central London!). We did run walk it.
Today: 3 miles. Same route as yesterday but we ran 90% this time. Despite still feeling achey we definitely pushed ourselves more. As we knew the route now we set ourselves mental checkpoints which helped no end. Lovely sunset.

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After one week I can feel an improvement in my stamina. It may not be much or to how it used to be but it is definitely something and a great start. I can’t physically see any changes but hey I’m not expecting miracles. Here’s to week 2!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Warning! This is not a drill.

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This is what I have been up to.

Hello dear fitness world.

My how I have missed you. Has it truly been 8 months since my last post? You know what that also means? 8 months of slacking. S-L-A-C-K-I-N-G! Yes I admit it, I have been slothing around horrendously, working out every now and again, binge eating then crash dieting and not to mention drinking excessively. I knew exactly what I was doing at the time I was doing it and the repercussions of those actions (mainly being added weeks/months of grueling workouts). Yet I chose to ignore those thoughts and carried on abusing my body. I feel like I have just been experiencing my fitness ‘teenage years’ in 8 months. Rebelling against my own ‘sensible’ self.

You know where these 8 months of rebelling have got me? 1 stone heavier and back to square 2 (not quite square 1) with my running. 3 miles seems like pure hell on Earth and half of my energy that I should be using to run is wasted on expressing my emotions using only uterrly foul language. I even think I have made up some new ones in the process.

Thankfully, my brain kicked in and decided enough is enough. It told me the only way I could overcome this turbulent phase was to do something drastic; a real kick up the arse. So I did just that. I signed up for a half marathon. This may not seem much to those of you who run more marathons than have showers but to me, this was the best, most achievable yet challenging goal I could aim towards. After all, the most I have ever ran is 6miles. Signing up for the half marathon has helped me regain focus and direction. I have something I HAVE to work towards. If I am to run 13 miles, I will run the whole thing not just jogging a bit then walking the rest. Signing up for the half marathon also forces me to make healthier choices in regards to my eating habbits. There is no way that my knees would be able to endure running with my current weight for the bus let alone 13 miles.

I don’t know about how you are in regards to healthy eating and general fitness but the only way I have found that I can suceed is by ‘forcing’ myself to do/eat things that I genuinely do not want to. I have to get way out of my comfort zone and in the end I start to enjoy aspects that otherwise used to repel me. Heck, I came so far so why can’t I finally finish my weightloss journey this time? Maybe these past 8 months were a long, unintenional rest that I needed to finish what I set out to initially achieve. The process is going to be damn right challenging and will sometimes seem impossible but I reackon I have now regained the midset to accomplish my goal.

Currently, I am back in London at uni. Exams are over and we are back at placement. There is tonnes of work that I have to do but I am no longer using that as an excuse and I shall be back blogging more regularly once again. Watch this space!

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My waistline will be this small again.