I've decided I'm bored of asthma now, so that topic is finished. I don't want to get all drama-queeny and boring about it and, really, there's only so much to say.
Sooooooooo.... what's new with you?
What - nothing?
Fair enough - I'll tell you what's new with me instead, because it's my blog and I'll randomly change the subject if I want to.
Firstly, teaching.
Fucksake. Kids these days.
To cut a long story short, and save you from excessive woe, the job's been a nightmare. The staff have been great and how they drag themselves in day after day and maintain any semblance of positivity is beyond me. The only thing keeping me going is the knowledge I'm moving on somewhere hopefully more inspiring at the end of this academic year. The upshot of it all is that the appalling behaviour, constant abuse and aggro and high-stress levels have driven me to drugs, and not even fun ones: boring anti-depressants. They don't even make you hallucinate or anything. Boo.
Interview time is, however, upon us, so I'm trying to be positive. I've applied for 3 jobs so far at lovely, lovely schools with children who have a whole range of different issues, but who are at least not likely to swear at me, run away, throw furniture, threaten violence or damage property on a regular basis. I'm trying for optimism and have started putting together an interview outfit which is actually proving more stressful than the application process. Honestly, what a girl.
In other news it is only 4 meagre days until the fight. FOUR.
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
Nah, it'll be fine. Honest. (shitshitshitshitshit...)
I've trained as hard as I can: running, swimming, cycling, sparring, double pads with Ally and Ann, and I've cut a ridiculous amount of weight, going from 70kg to 62.3kg in 7 weeks. I've got an entire cupboard full of treats for the weekend of the fight, but I'm not going to go crazy with the food, I've got a fight a month after this for a few months so I need to keep my weight stable and I have no desire to go through this stupid weight thing again.
That said, here's my list of yummy food I currently crave:
- Thai barbeque ribs and chicken wings
- Dominoes BBQ pizza
- Burger King Bacon double cheese burger
- Snickers bar
- Croissant with raspberry jam or nutella
- Galaxy chocolate of any variety
- Toasted bagel with cream cheese and crispy bacon
- Oodles of toast
- Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Therapy icecream
- Fish and Chips
- Roast chicken & chunky home made chips
But I promise not to actually eat all those things - the last thing I want to do is but 8 kilos back on again and have to lose it by the 15th March...
I'm pretty much organised for Saturday. I'll be out of school like a bat out of hell when the bell rings at 12.35 on Friday, up to the Commonwealth Pool for a sauna, down to Tollcross to get my hair braided, maybe a sneaky massage in Stockbridge and back home for a salt bath to get this last 2 kilos off. I've got my kit washed and ready and I've stocked up on ibuprofen, thai oil, baby oil and vaseline. I've decided what I'm eating before and after the fight and bought as much of it as I can, with a list of what else is needed and what needs to be packed in my bag on the day.
I'm excited but not scared, I think I can make a decent go of this fight and maybe layeth the smacketh down.
Now, because I'm an honest girl and I think this is pretty funny (and I finally told Paul, so I can tell you), I'm going to share with you an embarassing example of how much of an idiot I am.
John, chief instructor at the gym, suggested Ann and I go and get a tan. We're both very pale - Ann's allowed because she's Swedish, I'm just pale... because.
I wasn't going to bother because, frankly, it's ridiculous, but I was a bit miserable today so I thought "What the hell, why not, treat yourself."
So I did.
Now I have sunburnt boobs.
Idiot.
Showing posts with label weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weight. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Huzzah!
I finally made it down to 9 stone 13.6 yesterday morning (63.3kg), and Lo, yea verily did I do the happy dance. This morning I was a pound up, 10 stone 0.8 largely due to fluid and the like, so I'm not concerned, and my measurements put my body fat down to 20%, which is my lowest ever.
That means that this week I've lost another 4lbs (2kg), bringing me down from 11 stone (70kg) as I was at New Year at an average of about 3lbs per week.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to train for a couple of days because of a small injury, but I think a couple of days of rest, plenty of ibuprofen and hot and cold compresses will sort it right out.
Back to training tomorrow, I hope!
That means that this week I've lost another 4lbs (2kg), bringing me down from 11 stone (70kg) as I was at New Year at an average of about 3lbs per week.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to train for a couple of days because of a small injury, but I think a couple of days of rest, plenty of ibuprofen and hot and cold compresses will sort it right out.
Back to training tomorrow, I hope!
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Goodness me.
It's only 2 weeks now until the 1st fight of the year, and I'm starting to feel the pressure. I'm confident now that I'll make the weight - I was 10 stone 1.8 this morning (64.2kg), and despite the fact I didn't manage any extra cycling or swimming today because my calf muscle is very sore, I'm still expecting to lose a pound or so more by Monday.
Today's sparring was hard for me: it was my last sparring class before the fight, and I really wasn't on my game, which threw my confidence a bit. Thankfully, Ally's a star and sorted me out so by the end of the class I felt much better. I'm definitely nervous, I want to succeed and do my best, and not make an arsehole of myself and all those other things, but at least I feel I've done all I can do so far. I couldn't have dieted or trained any harder up to this point, so I can feel proud of myself for that, whatever else happens.
One more hard week of training, and calmer week to build my strength back up and it's fight day... 13 days and counting!
Today's sparring was hard for me: it was my last sparring class before the fight, and I really wasn't on my game, which threw my confidence a bit. Thankfully, Ally's a star and sorted me out so by the end of the class I felt much better. I'm definitely nervous, I want to succeed and do my best, and not make an arsehole of myself and all those other things, but at least I feel I've done all I can do so far. I couldn't have dieted or trained any harder up to this point, so I can feel proud of myself for that, whatever else happens.
One more hard week of training, and calmer week to build my strength back up and it's fight day... 13 days and counting!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Clarification
Clarification on Dehydration ( makes a good rhyme ;p ). I mentioned in an earlier post that I was wildly de-hydrated after lots of trainng in a sweat suit, but didn't make it clear that I'm not deliberately de-hydrating myself. I'm drinking gallons of water, but I have a natural tendency to drink too little, and I'm always really dehydrated first thing in the morning. So, I promise I'm not being too silly :)
Training's going .... O.K. this week - I'm working hard, but I'm totally knackered and feel like a great big Pile 'O Shite. I'm hungrier every day, and really really tired, but it's having the desired effect. Weighed in this morning at 10 stone 3.2, which brings me down to about 64.75 kilos, and I think I could reasonably have reached 1o stone / 63.5 kg by next Monday. That gives me almost 2 weeks to lose the last 2.5kg.
And, AND! It's Thursday tomorrow! No training! Resting! Spaghetti Bolognese! There is only one bad thing about Thursday: it's almost Friday, which is 6 whole days away from Thursday.
A x
Training's going .... O.K. this week - I'm working hard, but I'm totally knackered and feel like a great big Pile 'O Shite. I'm hungrier every day, and really really tired, but it's having the desired effect. Weighed in this morning at 10 stone 3.2, which brings me down to about 64.75 kilos, and I think I could reasonably have reached 1o stone / 63.5 kg by next Monday. That gives me almost 2 weeks to lose the last 2.5kg.
And, AND! It's Thursday tomorrow! No training! Resting! Spaghetti Bolognese! There is only one bad thing about Thursday: it's almost Friday, which is 6 whole days away from Thursday.
A x
Monday, January 28, 2008
Ah HA!
Wooooo!
Monday Morning Weigh-In: 10 stone 4.6/65.5kg ... 4 lbs off, which is nearly 2 kilos :)
My measurements are also down about an inch everywhere, which brings my BMI down to 23.4 and my bodyfat down to 20.7%, which is OK for a woman.
This is starting to look more achievable...
Huzzah!
Monday Morning Weigh-In: 10 stone 4.6/65.5kg ... 4 lbs off, which is nearly 2 kilos :)
My measurements are also down about an inch everywhere, which brings my BMI down to 23.4 and my bodyfat down to 20.7%, which is OK for a woman.
This is starting to look more achievable...
Huzzah!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
urg....groan....
It's been a week of ups and downs with the weight-cutting, but I think I've pretty much got the hang of it now.
Wednesday, I cycled to and from work, but the cycle home was a complete nightmare: heavy head wind, driving rain. I was soaked and miserable by the time I got home, following a ride that was nearly twice as long as it would normally be. After that, I was sorely lacking in energy, and for the first time since Saturday, my body noticed what I'd been up to and started shouting "OOOOOOOOW! ME HUNGRY! ME SORE! ME WEAK!!!!". I can honestly say I've never felt hunger like it - really deep and serious hunger. So, I cracked and went about 600 calories over for the day, but didn't feel I'd had much choice.
Thursday is a rest day anyway, and not having anything to do in the evening is always a killer if you're dieting, so again, 400 calories over.
Friday, back on the wagon, didn't cycle to work, and cycled rather than ran to training to ease myself back in, but trained in a sweat-suit, and kept to calories.
Saturday and Sunday, more of the same. Lots of cycling, swimming, running, training, drowning myself and by-standers in sweat (pleasant for all), and when I weighed myself this evening after training I was 10 stone 5. Tomorrow I'd expect to be much the same as although I'm carrying food in my body at the moment, I'm also wildly de-hydrated, so that'll balance out over the night.
Official weighing and measuring day is tomorrow, so we'll see what the official loss of pounds and inches is this week, and hopefully I'll beat it this week coming.
Wednesday, I cycled to and from work, but the cycle home was a complete nightmare: heavy head wind, driving rain. I was soaked and miserable by the time I got home, following a ride that was nearly twice as long as it would normally be. After that, I was sorely lacking in energy, and for the first time since Saturday, my body noticed what I'd been up to and started shouting "OOOOOOOOW! ME HUNGRY! ME SORE! ME WEAK!!!!". I can honestly say I've never felt hunger like it - really deep and serious hunger. So, I cracked and went about 600 calories over for the day, but didn't feel I'd had much choice.
Thursday is a rest day anyway, and not having anything to do in the evening is always a killer if you're dieting, so again, 400 calories over.
Friday, back on the wagon, didn't cycle to work, and cycled rather than ran to training to ease myself back in, but trained in a sweat-suit, and kept to calories.
Saturday and Sunday, more of the same. Lots of cycling, swimming, running, training, drowning myself and by-standers in sweat (pleasant for all), and when I weighed myself this evening after training I was 10 stone 5. Tomorrow I'd expect to be much the same as although I'm carrying food in my body at the moment, I'm also wildly de-hydrated, so that'll balance out over the night.
Official weighing and measuring day is tomorrow, so we'll see what the official loss of pounds and inches is this week, and hopefully I'll beat it this week coming.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Good start
3 days in and the diet is going well. So far I haven't gone above 1200 calories per day regardless of exercise and I'm starting to see some results on the scales already.
Monday am - 10 stone 8.6
Ran for 50 minutes in a sweat-suit, trained 5 x 3 on the double pads
Tuesday am - 10 stone 7.4
Cycled home from work, 30 minutes (not *to* work because I'd left my bike there a few days ago), Cycled to and from training, 35 minutes
2 hours training in sweat suit (double pads, skipping etc)
I feel..... pleased that I'm showing so much self-control, but bloody tired. But I'm always tired, so I can't blame that definitively on the new routine.
Let's see how another night of training affects the weight and the tiredness. Looking forward to Thursday as it's my night off from training - hurrah!
A x
Monday am - 10 stone 8.6
Ran for 50 minutes in a sweat-suit, trained 5 x 3 on the double pads
Tuesday am - 10 stone 7.4
Cycled home from work, 30 minutes (not *to* work because I'd left my bike there a few days ago), Cycled to and from training, 35 minutes
2 hours training in sweat suit (double pads, skipping etc)
I feel..... pleased that I'm showing so much self-control, but bloody tired. But I'm always tired, so I can't blame that definitively on the new routine.
Let's see how another night of training affects the weight and the tiredness. Looking forward to Thursday as it's my night off from training - hurrah!
A x
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Christmas Karma
Newton's 3rd Law of Motion suggests: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
Newton was a clever chappie, we know this because he discovered gravity and made up a fantastic game about apples, so we can trust him on this one. Now, because I too am a clever chappie I've made own Law, based on Newton's work:
If you eat like a numpty for a month and do no exercise, you will have to suffer in equal quantities to the amount of enjoyment you had whilst slobbing out.
I had *alot* of fun slobbing out. I ate chips, ice cream (many flavours), Thai, Indian, burgers, toast, full-fat cheese, chocolate, crisps... pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Admittedly it wasn't all fun - I was aware of the changes to my body and I really, really wasn't keen, but I needed to get it out of my system after a full year of non-stop dieting and fight training.
Now, to make weight for this fight, I am going to have to really, really suffer.
This week I'll be conducting my very own weight-loss experiment. The kind that I would never recommend, because it's daft, but at least I know this, and Paul is warned and I'm well-prepared.
For one week, I'm going to be eating the calorific equivalent of Fuck-All, and exercising a Shit Load, and we'll see where we are this time next week. I'll be eating 1,200 calories per day, which is my normal amount, but I usually add on my exercise calories and eat those too (as is only right and proper). This week I wont be taking exercise into account. I'm going to eat 1,200 calories and be burning off about 1,000 through exercise. This is very silly, however, those 1,200 calories will at least be very high protein, low fat and heavy on the fruit, veg and lean meat, so it will be at least healthy.
I've actually already started, today, and I think I can handle it, but I'm going to be grumpy, tired, depressed - this I know. But, to be fair, what's new in that?! I'm always grumpy, tired and depressed, so maybe I'll at least be skinny as well.
My plan is to document my progress this week, share my exercise and my diet for one week and how it affects my mood and energy. It's been done before, sure, but not by me.
So - Sunday 20th January - 10 stone 9.4 - 1,200 calories in, 40 minutes cycling, 40 minutes running, 60 minutes training in a sweat suit. Tired, but not starving.
Newton was a clever chappie, we know this because he discovered gravity and made up a fantastic game about apples, so we can trust him on this one. Now, because I too am a clever chappie I've made own Law, based on Newton's work:
If you eat like a numpty for a month and do no exercise, you will have to suffer in equal quantities to the amount of enjoyment you had whilst slobbing out.
I had *alot* of fun slobbing out. I ate chips, ice cream (many flavours), Thai, Indian, burgers, toast, full-fat cheese, chocolate, crisps... pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Admittedly it wasn't all fun - I was aware of the changes to my body and I really, really wasn't keen, but I needed to get it out of my system after a full year of non-stop dieting and fight training.
Now, to make weight for this fight, I am going to have to really, really suffer.
This week I'll be conducting my very own weight-loss experiment. The kind that I would never recommend, because it's daft, but at least I know this, and Paul is warned and I'm well-prepared.
For one week, I'm going to be eating the calorific equivalent of Fuck-All, and exercising a Shit Load, and we'll see where we are this time next week. I'll be eating 1,200 calories per day, which is my normal amount, but I usually add on my exercise calories and eat those too (as is only right and proper). This week I wont be taking exercise into account. I'm going to eat 1,200 calories and be burning off about 1,000 through exercise. This is very silly, however, those 1,200 calories will at least be very high protein, low fat and heavy on the fruit, veg and lean meat, so it will be at least healthy.
I've actually already started, today, and I think I can handle it, but I'm going to be grumpy, tired, depressed - this I know. But, to be fair, what's new in that?! I'm always grumpy, tired and depressed, so maybe I'll at least be skinny as well.
My plan is to document my progress this week, share my exercise and my diet for one week and how it affects my mood and energy. It's been done before, sure, but not by me.
So - Sunday 20th January - 10 stone 9.4 - 1,200 calories in, 40 minutes cycling, 40 minutes running, 60 minutes training in a sweat suit. Tired, but not starving.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Fame. No fortune.
Before I get started, I have an apology to make.
Mum, I'm really, truly sorry. I swear. Alot... I thought you knew! Just try to block it out - speak to Kal's mum, she knows all about blocking out blog-swears ;)
So, basically, I used to be fat. Really quite fat. Look.
See? 14 stone, aged twenty, or thereabouts. As we know, I am now quite a bit less fat for a few reasons.
Firstly, I lost 2.5 stone with Slimming World (comes highly recommended if you like your food and you need a bit of support), and then I lost the last stone and a half or so with Muay Thai training and help from www.weighlossresources.co.uk (comes highly recommended if you want to feel like you are solely in control of your weightloss and calorie intake)
When I uploaded some before and after shots onto my profile at www.weightlossresources.co.uk it came to the attention of the owner of the site who asked if she could use me as a success story for the website. I said "Why, yes - absomalutely", and a few weeks later she emailled to say that she had passed my story on to the editor of Zest magazine who was interested in featuring me as well.
I tell you this because that's where I was yesterday: in London having a photo shoot for Zest. Rather funky, eh?
It was a pretty hectic day, preceded by a bit of fuckwittery on my account ("It's 23.30, I have to get up in 4 and a half hours, but I've left my passport at my flat and I'm staying with a friend. Shiiiiiiiiit...") and involved flying out to London at 06.30, flying back again at 14.05 and six tube rides inbetween. I arrived in North London at Veryposhhouse, on Richpeople Terrace in North London at about 09.45 and the people from the maazine were really welcoming, very friendly and professional, even though it did seem like most of their jobs consisted of having a lovely chat and a nice croissant (I'm sure there's much more to it than that, but I'm still strongly considering a move into the media industry).
The shoot itself took all of about five minutes - what really took the time was making me look like.... (prepare yourselves)... a GIRL!
Seriously, I was in makeup for about an hour and a half, and yes - I looked hot, but it really takes some of the joy out of it when you know that you *do* scrub up nice, but only with 90 solid minutes of professional help.
Once I looked female we went out into the garden for some lovely smiley shots of me in "leisure wear" (tracky B's and a nice vest top) and they took some pictures of me kicking as well, in which I pray I don't look too much of a gimp, otherwise I'll never live it down!
By 11.30 I was on my way with a bag containing a Pret a Manger sandwich and chocolate cake portion and by 16.00 I was back in sunny Edinburgh for a 2 hour stint of furniture-moving (we're having our floors sanded, hence the staying with a friend) and then off to training.
It was a busy day, but something thoroughly out of the ordinary for me. It's always nice to receive a compliment, and it makes a change to have people (from London, who work with proper girls) saying nice things about how you look, so I was feeling pretty good yesterday.
Muay Thai is great, and I'll never swap it for anything, but I find it plays havoc with my own sense of femininity. Girliness is generally *not* an advantage in contact sports, and spending most of your free time red-faced and slick with sweat is not going to make you look or feel attractive, so it was lovely to spend a morning reassuring myself that, with an effort, I can pass for pretty and it was a nice bit of recognition for the effort that's gone into losing this 4 stone.
The interview will be done over the phone apparently, and I'll mostly be mentioning Muay Thai, and the SMTC every second sentence to make sure I get some promotion of the sport in there, since god knows we need all the help we can get!
Anyway, my "Real Success" story will be in the April edition, I'm told, and I'll be sure to keep you updated with any news as it breaks (see, media-speak ;p)
In an aside, I'm deeply curious about who, if anyone, reads my blog - do me a favour and leave me a wee message so I know who's lurking there, and I will prepare myself to be extremely embarassed by the lack of responses....
Mum, I'm really, truly sorry. I swear. Alot... I thought you knew! Just try to block it out - speak to Kal's mum, she knows all about blocking out blog-swears ;)
So, basically, I used to be fat. Really quite fat. Look.
See? 14 stone, aged twenty, or thereabouts. As we know, I am now quite a bit less fat for a few reasons.
Firstly, I lost 2.5 stone with Slimming World (comes highly recommended if you like your food and you need a bit of support), and then I lost the last stone and a half or so with Muay Thai training and help from www.weighlossresources.co.uk (comes highly recommended if you want to feel like you are solely in control of your weightloss and calorie intake)
When I uploaded some before and after shots onto my profile at www.weightlossresources.co.uk it came to the attention of the owner of the site who asked if she could use me as a success story for the website. I said "Why, yes - absomalutely", and a few weeks later she emailled to say that she had passed my story on to the editor of Zest magazine who was interested in featuring me as well.
I tell you this because that's where I was yesterday: in London having a photo shoot for Zest. Rather funky, eh?
It was a pretty hectic day, preceded by a bit of fuckwittery on my account ("It's 23.30, I have to get up in 4 and a half hours, but I've left my passport at my flat and I'm staying with a friend. Shiiiiiiiiit...") and involved flying out to London at 06.30, flying back again at 14.05 and six tube rides inbetween. I arrived in North London at Veryposhhouse, on Richpeople Terrace in North London at about 09.45 and the people from the maazine were really welcoming, very friendly and professional, even though it did seem like most of their jobs consisted of having a lovely chat and a nice croissant (I'm sure there's much more to it than that, but I'm still strongly considering a move into the media industry).
The shoot itself took all of about five minutes - what really took the time was making me look like.... (prepare yourselves)... a GIRL!
Seriously, I was in makeup for about an hour and a half, and yes - I looked hot, but it really takes some of the joy out of it when you know that you *do* scrub up nice, but only with 90 solid minutes of professional help.
Once I looked female we went out into the garden for some lovely smiley shots of me in "leisure wear" (tracky B's and a nice vest top) and they took some pictures of me kicking as well, in which I pray I don't look too much of a gimp, otherwise I'll never live it down!
By 11.30 I was on my way with a bag containing a Pret a Manger sandwich and chocolate cake portion and by 16.00 I was back in sunny Edinburgh for a 2 hour stint of furniture-moving (we're having our floors sanded, hence the staying with a friend) and then off to training.
It was a busy day, but something thoroughly out of the ordinary for me. It's always nice to receive a compliment, and it makes a change to have people (from London, who work with proper girls) saying nice things about how you look, so I was feeling pretty good yesterday.
Muay Thai is great, and I'll never swap it for anything, but I find it plays havoc with my own sense of femininity. Girliness is generally *not* an advantage in contact sports, and spending most of your free time red-faced and slick with sweat is not going to make you look or feel attractive, so it was lovely to spend a morning reassuring myself that, with an effort, I can pass for pretty and it was a nice bit of recognition for the effort that's gone into losing this 4 stone.
The interview will be done over the phone apparently, and I'll mostly be mentioning Muay Thai, and the SMTC every second sentence to make sure I get some promotion of the sport in there, since god knows we need all the help we can get!
Anyway, my "Real Success" story will be in the April edition, I'm told, and I'll be sure to keep you updated with any news as it breaks (see, media-speak ;p)
In an aside, I'm deeply curious about who, if anyone, reads my blog - do me a favour and leave me a wee message so I know who's lurking there, and I will prepare myself to be extremely embarassed by the lack of responses....
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