Yesterday wasn't my best day for food, so far. I ate for too much and did far too little activity.
Today, however, has been a far better day, went out with Boney for a 1.1 mile walk over a few gradients. Took us about 20 minutes, all told, so wasn't to bad. Also, I've been a lot better on my intake of food, I've eaten far less than yesterday and I don't feel hungry, so I must be doing something right.
Ah well, off to do some housework now, just to burn a few more calories, plus also, it does get me in the good books if I do a bit...lol...
Till next time dear readers, TTFN...
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Saturday, 14 January 2012
Sunday, 1 January 2012
New Year
Well, happy new year to everyone. Hope all is well for you and yours and that 2012 brings with it all your hopes and dreams.
2011 wasn't the worst of years for myself or Boney, but then again, it wasn't the best either, we both lost motivation and just let ourselves get bogged down with the negative energy that we both got caught up in. Now, with the beginning of 2012, we're going to pick ourselves up and get back to it. between Christmas and New Year, I actually managed to lose weight, a total of 5 lbs in the 4 days I was actually counting, so I intend to keep on going. I know that it's a big figure to lose in a short period, but I know things will begin to level out in the very near future and I'll have to work harder to move my weight.
I do find the evenings a tougher time regarding food at the moment, as by the time it gets to about half seven, I'm wanting to have something to eat, but now, I go for a bit of fruit or some carrot sticks, whereas before, I'd go for a bowl of cereal or even chocolate, so I know I'm making better decisions than I used to make regarding my food, however, I know eventually I'll have to cut these bits out as they don't do me that much good.
Today I feel wasn't too bad for food though, as I started the day the way I have been, with one of my meal replacement shakes, made with water (250ml), then I made sure I drank a couple of pints of squash. We popped out around midday and by the time we'd gotten back home, it was around three in the afternoon, so settled on having dinner (admittedly it wasn't the healthiest of meals, as it was a Chicago Town individual pizza, a handful of oven chips and a half a garlic baguette), then around about half six I had a tortilla wrap filled with mix salad leaf and a small amount of mayo, just as a snack, but I also had a bag of crisps (151 kcal), so kind of undone some of the good work. Come half seven, I thought I'd better have my last meal replacement shake, again as above. Since then, till now (00.30) I've not eaten anything, however, I'm now starting to feel hungry and it's times like this I know will be my hardest times as I'm not a great sleeper, but for me boredom, stress and need of comfort are triggers for eating, however, I'm asking you, dear readers, to be my conscience and my sounding board, as and when I need you.
Thank you for listening and reading, till next time...
2011 wasn't the worst of years for myself or Boney, but then again, it wasn't the best either, we both lost motivation and just let ourselves get bogged down with the negative energy that we both got caught up in. Now, with the beginning of 2012, we're going to pick ourselves up and get back to it. between Christmas and New Year, I actually managed to lose weight, a total of 5 lbs in the 4 days I was actually counting, so I intend to keep on going. I know that it's a big figure to lose in a short period, but I know things will begin to level out in the very near future and I'll have to work harder to move my weight.
I do find the evenings a tougher time regarding food at the moment, as by the time it gets to about half seven, I'm wanting to have something to eat, but now, I go for a bit of fruit or some carrot sticks, whereas before, I'd go for a bowl of cereal or even chocolate, so I know I'm making better decisions than I used to make regarding my food, however, I know eventually I'll have to cut these bits out as they don't do me that much good.
Today I feel wasn't too bad for food though, as I started the day the way I have been, with one of my meal replacement shakes, made with water (250ml), then I made sure I drank a couple of pints of squash. We popped out around midday and by the time we'd gotten back home, it was around three in the afternoon, so settled on having dinner (admittedly it wasn't the healthiest of meals, as it was a Chicago Town individual pizza, a handful of oven chips and a half a garlic baguette), then around about half six I had a tortilla wrap filled with mix salad leaf and a small amount of mayo, just as a snack, but I also had a bag of crisps (151 kcal), so kind of undone some of the good work. Come half seven, I thought I'd better have my last meal replacement shake, again as above. Since then, till now (00.30) I've not eaten anything, however, I'm now starting to feel hungry and it's times like this I know will be my hardest times as I'm not a great sleeper, but for me boredom, stress and need of comfort are triggers for eating, however, I'm asking you, dear readers, to be my conscience and my sounding board, as and when I need you.
Thank you for listening and reading, till next time...
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Apologies
Firstly, I am going to apologise for keep taking breaks away from here, life just seems to get in the way and I keep forgetting to pop onto here and vent my spleen.
However, starting from today, I'm going to try and change that! I'm trying to lose weight to try and help our chances, no matter by how little that could be. I will be weighing once a week and then posting onto here and saying if things are going good or bad, also, I will be coming on, hopefully, every day and using this as I had intended, as a journal of the journey that we are going to go through.
I will now take this chance to try and enlighten you a little on my personal history, as I feel my current situation is a kind of full circle on my own personal conception.
I, like all other babies eventually, was a rather expensive child, you could say. I was conceived in a very exclusive postcode up in London, Harley Street to be precise. My parents chose to take their journey to parenthood via the assisted conception route, as my dad had an easily passed on condition and they wanted the best for any child they would have. They chose AID (Artificial Insemination by Donor) as IVF was not available and would not be available until roughly a year after I was conceived. My parents went through the heart ache of trying twice with no success and gave it one last try and as luck would have it, the third time was the charm, as the old adage goes.
My mum and dad decided to tell me of their journey when I was about eleven years old and there happened to be a Horizon program on about AID. They got me to sit down and told me to watch the telly, then after it had finished, they explained to me that was where I'd come from. My response? I just turned around and said, "Well my dad is my dad, can I go out and play, now?" and that to me is what it is, it doesn't matter where your genes come from, the people who raise you are your parents. Their morals, personalities and beliefs shape the person you become, be that a church minister, a car mechanic or a shop assistant.
Sadly, both of my parents have passed away, they were both young, dad being 50, in 1994, and my mum being 53, in 2006, but during their short, but full lives, they instilled in me enough life lessons and kindness to exist far beyond their deaths. I hope, that given the chance to be a dad, I can halfway match what my dad and mum were and are.
So, from tomorrow, I am going to succeed where before I have given in too easily. I intend to do my best and, with some ups and downs, I will get my weight down to something sensible and not so doctor baitingly high. Until tomorrow, when I come back with the horrific hill I have to climb, TTFN...
However, starting from today, I'm going to try and change that! I'm trying to lose weight to try and help our chances, no matter by how little that could be. I will be weighing once a week and then posting onto here and saying if things are going good or bad, also, I will be coming on, hopefully, every day and using this as I had intended, as a journal of the journey that we are going to go through.
I will now take this chance to try and enlighten you a little on my personal history, as I feel my current situation is a kind of full circle on my own personal conception.
I, like all other babies eventually, was a rather expensive child, you could say. I was conceived in a very exclusive postcode up in London, Harley Street to be precise. My parents chose to take their journey to parenthood via the assisted conception route, as my dad had an easily passed on condition and they wanted the best for any child they would have. They chose AID (Artificial Insemination by Donor) as IVF was not available and would not be available until roughly a year after I was conceived. My parents went through the heart ache of trying twice with no success and gave it one last try and as luck would have it, the third time was the charm, as the old adage goes.
My mum and dad decided to tell me of their journey when I was about eleven years old and there happened to be a Horizon program on about AID. They got me to sit down and told me to watch the telly, then after it had finished, they explained to me that was where I'd come from. My response? I just turned around and said, "Well my dad is my dad, can I go out and play, now?" and that to me is what it is, it doesn't matter where your genes come from, the people who raise you are your parents. Their morals, personalities and beliefs shape the person you become, be that a church minister, a car mechanic or a shop assistant.
Sadly, both of my parents have passed away, they were both young, dad being 50, in 1994, and my mum being 53, in 2006, but during their short, but full lives, they instilled in me enough life lessons and kindness to exist far beyond their deaths. I hope, that given the chance to be a dad, I can halfway match what my dad and mum were and are.
So, from tomorrow, I am going to succeed where before I have given in too easily. I intend to do my best and, with some ups and downs, I will get my weight down to something sensible and not so doctor baitingly high. Until tomorrow, when I come back with the horrific hill I have to climb, TTFN...
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
Just A Few Words
Hi there, Gentle Reader...
I'm going to make no bones about this, our journey is having it's fair share of bumps along the way. If I earned a pound for the arguments caused when friends told us they were expecting, I wouldn't have to work, it's not that we dislike our friends being happy and knowing they are going to have their family extended by one or two or maybe more, but, the feelings always come back to the reason for our struggle, me!
Yesterday and the night before were a prime example, a couple we are friends with have recently been blessed with the birth of their first baby, which brings up the feelings, that anyone in the same position as us already knows. So the emotional conversation starts again, regarding issues around me and Boney, then, eventually, the main issue is finally raised, my weight! I know I have got to lose weight for my health and also to attempt to increase my greatly depleted counts, however, I find it hard to cope emotionally, so find myself finding solace in the bottom of the bread bin, biscuit tin, yogurt pot or any other food related location. It's basically emotional eating and it's doing me NO DAMN GOOD!!!
Now, however, in 2011, I am going to knuckle down and try to crack this. If you happen to read this, please, feel free to either encourage, berate, banter or any other comments you may feel like putting. Sometimes this quest can feel so lonely, although it's a path walked together (somewhat of a philosophical finish there, I think you may agree...)
I'm going to make no bones about this, our journey is having it's fair share of bumps along the way. If I earned a pound for the arguments caused when friends told us they were expecting, I wouldn't have to work, it's not that we dislike our friends being happy and knowing they are going to have their family extended by one or two or maybe more, but, the feelings always come back to the reason for our struggle, me!
Yesterday and the night before were a prime example, a couple we are friends with have recently been blessed with the birth of their first baby, which brings up the feelings, that anyone in the same position as us already knows. So the emotional conversation starts again, regarding issues around me and Boney, then, eventually, the main issue is finally raised, my weight! I know I have got to lose weight for my health and also to attempt to increase my greatly depleted counts, however, I find it hard to cope emotionally, so find myself finding solace in the bottom of the bread bin, biscuit tin, yogurt pot or any other food related location. It's basically emotional eating and it's doing me NO DAMN GOOD!!!
Now, however, in 2011, I am going to knuckle down and try to crack this. If you happen to read this, please, feel free to either encourage, berate, banter or any other comments you may feel like putting. Sometimes this quest can feel so lonely, although it's a path walked together (somewhat of a philosophical finish there, I think you may agree...)
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