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Zero Appetite

4 Aug

“The thing is YOU have to want it. YOU have to be hungry for the amazing benefits leading a healthy and active lifestyle has to offer!”

I’ve been getting some great motivational support from the write of the blog “This Woman’s Word“, encouragement and advice when I’ve spoken to her about my lack of game recently.

Last night she sent me a link to one of her posts containing the above quote.

The whole post was outstanding but that line hit me in the face like a brick. I’ve lost my appetite and desire to become a better me, it all feels like a chore, like I’m forcing myself and like I’m living a lie.

I don’t want to be like I was before, but my hunger to be the best I can has dissipated. Why? Laziness, complacency? I don’t really know.

I do know that I do not want to be where I was 18months ago and that if I’m not careful I’ll be back there by the end of the year.

So some small, SMART goals have been set. I’ll see how it goes, I’m hoping once I start the appetite will come back and once I see progress again, I’ll be starving for more.

You can read the full blog post here.

Thanks Danielle.

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Mama said knock you out!

21 May

So in my perpetual quest to get fit or die trying, I have taken up a new sport.

Sitting on the train a few weeks ago, reading me free Metro newspaper and I came across an ad looking for competitors for a new round of White Collar Boxing. Basically, a bunch of office workers beating each other up! Talk about fight club.

They train you up for 12 weeks and at the end you get in the ring to have a nice little punch up. Exciting or what.

Now the running has calmed down for a few months, I have a bit of time to add in some extra body work. This seemed perfect. My dad used to box in the army and reading this advert took my back to childhood when he used to try and teach us the moves – and a couple of weeks ago he did the same thing when I told him I was starting training.

Now in my second week of training. I’ve got my gloves and my boots and I’m suffering from the worst DOMS (delayed onset of muscle soreness) ever.

The classes are 1 hour up to 4 times a week and minimum 2 times a week at Trad TKO boxing gym in East London They are pretty intense. Lot’s of shadow boxing, using the bags and core work. Skipping!! Something else that takes me back to my childhood. That shizz is hard! I’m really sweating with each session but I feel like I might be getting the hang of the basics. A lot of work to be done though.

So far I’m loving it. I’m the biggest (height and weight wise) girl in the group, so I am apprehensive about how they will match me up, but we’ll soon see I’m sure. Hopefully I’ll be able to drop some more weight with this as well. I even met and had my photo taken with a prize fighter (Wadi Camacho).

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I’m looking forward to the 12th July when I will step in to the ring and show everyone what I have learnt.

Feeling totally disillusioned with my weight loss at the moment. It’s just not happening.

Need to get back on track and eat well but the past few weeks it’s been so hard. I’m tired of watching what I eat. Feeling guilty for having something indulgent then eating more and then feeling more guilt.

I wonder if it’s even possible to drop this last two stone and do I really want to? Cos surely if I did, I would have.. Wouldn’t I?

My progress over the past 6 months and longer even has been super slow. My body has changed a lot but my weight is just staying the same. I’ve had a couple of suggestions that this is just where my body wants to be and with out starving myself part of me does wonder what will it take to get in to the medically healthy weight range.

Having not taken the Weightwatchers plan seriously for the past couple of months, I have considered taking a break from it. Re-establishing my mojo, seeing that I can do on my own and then taking it from there. But I know I would miss the support of my leader and fellow weightwatchers. Made a great bunch of friends in that lot. There is also pressure on me though, lots of people in the group have seen my success and I was to admit I feel a bit disillusioned and then left I can imagine the response. Not my burden to bear perhaps but I feel it is.

Until the scales start moving down again I will just have to focus on those non-scale victories. Hope I continue to tone up and get healthier.

Work on increasing strength, agility and stamina. I will become the fittest I have been, even if I’m not the slimmest. This isn’t a quick fix trip down the road, it’s a mammoth road trip and the journey is going to take me a long, long way from home and a long time to get there. I need to make sure the vehicle is up to the job.

Let the taper begin!

2 Apr

Let’s catch up!

I know I’m terrible at blogging at the moment. I worry that I’ll bore you all ha ha.

I’m officially in the tapering zone right now. Eating right and fuelling my body and mind for the 21st April.

The past few weeks have been filled with long runs and my last long run was on Easter morning. 20 miles. It took just under four hours. Feeling really happy with that time.

It’s really interesting how my body has reacted to these runs. I am finding the last one – two miles the hardest each time. But never unreachable goals. I think my body just knows that only 20 more mins or so and I’ll be at the end. It can see the finish line and it’s a bit of mind power to push to the end.

I think my hardest long run was my 15miler. I did it with my cousin the week after Paris. He is quite a lot faster than me and it felt like I pushed it quite hard for that run.

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Running 18 miles in the snow a couple of weeks ago was definitely challenging, mainly because I was trying to stay up right but this was the run that I feel helped me find my pace for Race day. 18 miles in 3hours 27mins. That’s what I like.

The last two miles up hill in to Highgate were something special. And not the good special, but ploughed through it and felt great afterwards.

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My final long run this weekend was of a similar pace. 20miles in 3hours 52mins. We took in a shortened version of the marathon route, doing a circuit of Canary Wharf and up in to the Mall. That took us to 17 miles; we finished with the final few miles along the Thames down to Tower Bridge.

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Man, the end of this run brought with it such relief! The taper has begun.

It’s now time to finish prepping and feeding my mind and body for the biggest physical challenge I have ever undertaken.

A lot of people keep telling me how casual I am about running all these miles. It’s not that I am being blasé, I just don’t think I have fully realised how far 26.2miles is, I’ve tried to comprehend how far I would get if I ran for 26miles outside of London, but it just doesn’t make sense. I was never good with distances at school.

I’ve finished with the fundraising part of the marathon a few weeks ago and having hit my target meant that for these last few weeks the focus on my running has been much less intense and with out worry. Thank you to everyone who donated and who continues to donate. You can add to my epic total here.

Weight wise, I have no idea how much I weight right now. My weight over the past month had gone up and down around the 15st mark. I am extra hungry and probably not making the best food choices after my long runs so therefore I am not seeing results on the scales and I don’t want to feel disheartened about this. So I agreed at the suggestion of the amazing Saz, my weightwatchers leader, that she would weigh me but not tell me the results. This has taken such pressure off let me tell you, but I do need to ensure I am eating correctly in order to be able to fuel my body properly.

And regardless of the scales, I am now pretty firmly into a size 14 clothes wise with a few size 12 dress choices. So I can’t complain.

I am starting to like what I see in the mirror and as a result I am finding myself taking more and more pics of me in my new purchases and sticking them up on instagram. I started to feel a bit narcissistic but then I remembered how I used to feel. Big and bloated and now I don’t. I’m so happy with my progress and I do want to show it off a bit. People keep telling me I need to look at how far I’ve come and I’m starting to believe that.

A friend of mine this morning asked me to post some “top tips”. I can’t really say I have many, apart from this. If you really want to become fitter and healthier and slimmer then you will do it. No matter how hard it gets.

You will eat better, you will train hard. You’ll set your goals and you’ll make sure you hit them because you’ll be so sick of how you currently feel that you’ll have no option but to change.

Seeing and feeling the changes. Feeling unstoppable is the most gratifying thing.

I’m currently reading A Life Without Limits by Chrissie Wellington, as suggested by one of my blog readers the other month. Sitting on the tube reading this book has reduced me to tears thinking about all the things I can push myself to do. I suggest anyone who has goals, reads this book. You just don’t know until you try.

I’ve recently been wondering how I will feel after the Marathon. Will I want to continue running marathons? I do know I want to really push my body to see what it is really capable of. I also know I want to see how many miles I can run in one day. I’m not talking about racing, but if I was to take a long leisurely run with gels and water etc. how far could I really go?

We’ll see aye!

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Throwback Thursday

7 Mar

There is a trend in social networking site “Instagram” where by people post old pictures of themselves and hash tag them #TBT or #throwbackthursday.

Thought I’d do a little throwback Thursday here.

Enjoy 🙂

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And back to today….

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Bonjour!

5 Mar

This weekend was my first major test. My first chance to show how my training was progressing. Really progressing.

The Paris half marathon.

What a weekend.

Me and Chris were up at 4am to get the 7am train to Paris. A mixture of excitement and nerves. Having never been to France before it was very exciting for so many reasons.

How am I so excited at 5.30am??

How am I so excited at 5.30am??

I decided to treat the run as just another training run but the reality was I wanted to run this non-stop, I wanted to pull in a good time and I wanted to feel like I’d won, this was never going to be “just another training run”.

We spent the Friday and Saturday doing some touristy bits and hanging with some of the Crew. Run Dem Crew love was major this weekend. RDC supports you at the best (and worst of times) but it was a whole other level this time. So many words of much-needed advice and love.

Hit up a party on Friday night. I bumped in to the gorgeous presenter, George Lamb.

I met George Lamb! Gorgeousness

I met George Lamb! Gorgeousness

Saturday we hit some of the tourist spots and generally tried to keep our creeping nerves at bay. There was a tension in the air, broken only by the fact that I had forgotten my jogging bottoms so bought some more but they in fact turned out to be mens long johns!! with that front pocket bit for easy access to the crown jewels. #fail!

We were in bed by 9pm on Saturday night, anxious to get enough sleep to leave us ready and refreshed for the morning.

we were up at 6.45 and outside the meeting point for 8.30 for the group photo and final words of support

The crew ready to roll

The crew ready to roll

Earlier that morning I had tweeted one word “nervous” and before we headed off to our “pens”, like lambs to the slaughter house, a few guys pulled me to one side, gave me hugs and whispered words of super encouragement. It really helped. You guys know who you are, so thank you!

So I dunno if French people time is like BMT but the race did not start at 10am. We were in our holding area until almost 11am. The time was passed with warm up exercises to universally annoying songs such as Gangnam Style. We had a ball!

Lots of hand waving

Lots of hand waving

My buddy during our time in the pen

My buddy, Tahirah and I during our time in the pen

Trying to hold back the nerves

Trying to hold back the nerves

And then we were off. The sun was shining and I was ripe and ready. I started with Tahirah and Charlie and as I passed the start line I had a real “oh Sh*t” moment but I was in it now.

I was determined not to start off too fast, but how did I know if too fast was too fast??? I’d soon find out.

We lost Tahirah after a couple of km. So Charlie and I ploughed on. Pushing each other and chatting when the silence got too much. Checking the other was ok. Too fast, let’s slow it down a bit.

I tried to take a couple of photos using the front facing camera on my phone but it didn’t work haha. I just have shots of my nose and the sky.

We hit 10k just after an hour. Doing pretty much 10min miles. We needed the loo. Found one but there was a slight queue, we didn’t to hang on so off we went again. A while down the road we saw a free toilet. We went for it. Watches paused. When it came to my turn, the door wouldn’t close. Charlie protected my modesty whilst I pee’d in the fastest time ever.

Off we went again. A hill. Nothing I hadn’t come across in training but it seemed to come from nowhere. It threw me for a moment but I pushed through. I was tired at the top. we dropped the pace just slightly and then pressed on.

11km, 12km, 13km and on and one, I know around 15km I was feeling very tired. But I just kept thinking at in 3km more I would be seeing my crew. Cheer Dem Squad are a vital part of RDC. Those who aren’t running, coming down to cheer you on and support you like you’ve never been supported before.

As we approached the 18km marker we talked about how much we needed those cheers. 18km was there, where were Cheer Dem!! OMG what if they had left us, but all of a sudden I could hear a mass of people calling my name, ringing cow bells and complete joy. They were here and they were cheering for us! Gun fingers in the air and smiling like lunatics we ran past the crew and it was alright again. Yes! we were so close now, we could do this!

Being given life by the Cheer Dem Crew

Being given life by the Cheer Dem Crew

We are winners!

We are winners!

So on we went. rejuvenated by love. Between 18km and 20km it seemed to really drag. Like, come on now, surely I’ve run far enough.

20km to 21km got really interesting… What’s that in the distance. Balloons!! it must be the finish……NO! Someone had the bright idea to make an arch of balloons about 400m from the finish. So confusing but I’m glad I didn’t do my sprint finish.

100m to the finish and yet more Run Dem Crew cheering us on. Those who had already finished had come back to see us through. And see us through they did. The end was there… Time for the sprint, lets finish strong! and we were off! Booom, across the finish line like a G!

Couldn't have done it without you Charlie

Couldn’t have done it without you Charlie

Check the bling!!!

Check the bling!!!

Did I really just do this? Half a Marathon, like a race. Not for practice with breaks at traffic lights or a little sit down at 10k.  I ran a whole half marathon.

I’ll admit it, I had a little tear up! high fives and hugs with my running partner. I was so lucky to have her!

my watch time was 2hours 17 mins and 58 seconds, the official time (sadly not taking in to account my wee break) was 2 hours, 21mins and 25secs. I’m happy either way!! Very, very happy.

Job not done though, I still had my Chris to see through the finish line. I had to be there to cheer him on and I definitely had to run him through the finish line.

Seeing him approaching in the distance, I have never felt such love or pride for someone. It was clear he was in pain having had issues with his knees for so long but knowing that he went on and did da ting was just amazing. Lesser people would have quit. Not my king!

A couple that runs together....

A couple that runs together….

Never happier!

Job done, I passed the halfway part of the journey, half marathon race under my belt, time to up that mileage and get ready to run this marathon. 6 weeks to go! Lets do this! Thinking back, it was hard, but at no point did I feel like I really couldn’t go on. I’m ready to keep going. It weren’t easy but it was so doable. Training works maaaaan.

You can watch a video of me going through different check points here. See if you can spot my (trademark) pink headband.

That night, we linked up with all the other crews who are part of the Bridge the Gap family, the guys who just like RDC are a movement in their cities. Paris Running Club hosted an epic party for us.

I’ve met some seriously fantastic people. I have to thank Charlie Dark and all the Run Dem Crew for the amazing support. Cheer Dem Crew, including Clare and Araba for super cheering!  And my King for being so, so inspirational. We did it babe.

This weekend will forever stay in my memory.

December

8 Dec

Yo!

Here we are in December, almost a year since I restarted my weightloss journey.

I’m not going into all the amazing achievements I’ve had this year. That’ll be a new year blog post.

Today’s post is a quick update really and some pics haha yay.

After my terrible run a couple of weeks ago I feel I’ve come back even bigger and better.

I’m seeing my running improvements every single time I hit the road.

Running at work at lunch time I’ve found myself doing over 3miles each time and in less than the 3mins I give myself to get it done.

I’ve gone from feeling like I’m a 11/12min mile girl to pulling in the miles in under 10mins.

This, coupled with feeling like I’m not really pushing myself hard enough on my Monday and Tuesday runs has led me to decide to go up a group on Tuesdays. So as of this Tuesday I’m going to try the Fast Hares group. Push push push.

For the Monday runs defo time to try and push up the pace too but as we don’t tend to run in defined groups it will be about me pushing to keep up with those ahead of me.

This morning I pushed. I’ve never ever run further than 10k. Even though I know I can go further, I never do. Well this week I thought “no more” no more will I feel fear as I reach that 10k mark. I won’t stop. I’ll keep going.

So I planned to wake up early and do my home to London bridge run, this time with a difference. I’m gonna run back!!!! Whaaaaat? That’s right, run back again.

I really wanted someone to run with because I didn’t trust myself to actually run back. But alas people have lives and I don’t have a pack of people who are at my beck and call. So I set of a 9.30am on the dot and hit the roads.

My plan was to not tire myself out and to take it nice and slow. Harder than you think. I’ve gotten used to starting at a certain pace so going slower was really hard.

One shop stop for some skittles, loo break and a quick run by the river I reach the big L Bridge.

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Self taken shot at the big boat and then I was off on my way back again. I did have a quick thought of “lemme just jump on the train back”. But since I’d told the whole of twitter I was doing this run I couldn’t let my people down. I actually picked up the pace slightly. I wasn’t tired at all. But for me this was all about getting it in.

The run to L.Bridge wasn’t hard and neither was the journey back but by the time I got to deptford I was really feeling it. I didn’t walk any of the journey but took a little pitstop and when I started again my legs felt sooooo heavy. But knowing I was so close to home, onwards I went. I had no choice, no direct bus to home meant I had to move anyway.

I made it back into lewisham. 10.81miles, 2hours2mins later and the run was done.

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I can do it. I can put in serious distance.

I’m a winner! Whoop.

I had energy left so I’m sure that I can do the full half marathon distance.

Roll on March.

There is this 80milemonth challenge going on at the moment. Created over at the spikes and heels blog (found here). The idea is that you clock up 80running miles over the month of December. Sounds impossible right? I’m giving it a go anyway.

I’ve clocked up 20miles since the beginning of the month.

It will be a great way to keep me on track during the festive period, since I’ve already started on the quality streets at work.

I put on 1.5lbs this week. Back up to 15st4lbs. Oops.
I expected it to be honest, but it would be nice to be under 15st by the new year so no time to slack really.

Here are some funny pics.

See ya later 🙂

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Spartan Family Sunday Collaboration with Nike Fly Knit

20 Aug

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I’ve been attending the Spartan family work-outs for almost a month now, so when Chaka told us about this special event Spartan Family Sunday in conjunction with Nike I knew it was going to be an epic day.

Up until just a few days before it was a complete mystery how the day would run. All we knew was there would be food, Vita Coco and hard work happening!
On arrival at Aske Gardens in Hackney on Sunday 19th August, the vibe was already electric. The sun was shining and I knew we were in for a treat. The small gated greenery had been transformed with music and giant trampolines. In the shade of the trees were massive bean bags ready for us to chill out on after our hard Spartan work outs.
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As more people arrived T-shirts and training gloves generously supplied by Nike were handed out to us. We were now one! In our Spartan uniforms the community spirit was out in full force. A brief downpour of rain wasn’t going to stop us and as soon as the sun reappeared we were ready to roll. Spurred on by the enthusiastic and encouraging MC for the day, Rapper, Ty, we began.
The first work out started and we took over the tennis court. Chaka had been installed with a microphone and as his voice boomed out we knew there was no messing.
The gentle warm up soon turned in to a powerful body working session of core, abs and leg work, Push ups, squats and planks. Let us not forget the dreaded burpees.
I suppose that some of us thought, well since this was a “fun day” we might be given an easy time. Nope, this was as brutal as our Friday evening sessions. Perhaps even a little more so, since we were hear to prove to the people of Hackney that we are Spartans and this is how we really roll. The “games” followed next. Piggybacks and wheelbarrow races. Crazy hard work but so much fun. We cheered each other on with our mantra of “Ahooo”. The session ended with the traditional tug of war. Always a fierce competition with epitomises team work and joint strength. Every one was worthy competitor.
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A sweaty hour or so later (and when I say sweaty I really mean it. It was approximately 30degrees and our bodies knew it) we ate. Amazing grilled chicken with salad and roasted veg. Insanely healthy and sooooooo nutritious. The adults replenished ourselves whilst the wonderful Spartan babies did their thing.
Kids aged between 4 and 14 showed us that it doesn’t matter what age you are, Spartan is within you. Supported by the Spartan family training team. They did almost the exact work out we did. They went hard and showed up so many adults. We have a new generation of Spartan superstars coming to get us.
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During the break before the next adult session, everyone got to know each other and relax together. Soca music poured out over the gardens, early carnival vibes spread through the area and everywhere you looked there was a smiling face. One of the Spartan Family philosophies is that We are a community and Chaka stressed that when we left we should know the names of at least two people we had never met before. I think I went home with about 6 new names.
Most people who took part in the first session stayed and took part in the second as well as quite a few new faces. No time for apprehension or worry that our bodies wouldn’t hold up for a second session.
In we went, much like the first session, core work, cardio, abs and legs. Straight in to the games which continued along the same competitive themes. leapfrogs and more piggy back races and relays. People sprinting their hearts out.
Again the session finished with a smashing Tug O War match which was worthy of being televised it was so fierce. We lose as a team and we win as a team so at the end of the match we all dropped to the floor to do 20 burpees.
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We ended the day with the traditional group photo and the call of “Spartans, what is your profession” The booming “Ahooo Ahooo Ahooo” I’m sure could be heard for miles around.
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With thanks to all the Spartan Family team for setting up this great collaboration between Nike and the Fly Knit Collective, who gave us space, food and love as well as Vita Coco who kept us truly hydrated.

I’m Giving Up!

7 Aug

 

 

That’s right, I’m giving up, but it’s not what you think.
I am giving up certain vices which I feel might be hindering my progress.
I have come to the realisation that yes, I am losing weight but am I making enough significant changes to improve my health.
I may stick to my points allowance, but I eat more chocolate and sweet snacks these days then I did before Weight Watchers. A weight watchers Chew toffee Popcorn bars (one of my faves) is 2pro points per bar and I’ll often have one of these or a sister bar in the afternoon. The Honey Oat Morning Breakfast bar is another favorite. I  might have one of those a day as well. Over all I use about 6 – 8 pro points a day on chocolaty/sweet WW snacks.
It’s time to stop that. So I’m quitting the snacks. I already eat quite a bit of fruit daily but now I will be replacing these snacks with more fruit and more water.
I must say though, I am not giving up the cake completely, I do believe that its cool to have the odd treat or nice bit of cake but this daily sweet snacking is stopping!
I’m quitting!!!
Again, it’s not what you think.
I don’t drink a lot anyway, but I have decided to quit the booze. Last night, popped into a bar with the BF and some friends to watch the amazing Men’s 100m Finals. Went to the bar and thought, hmmm let me have a drink. I’ll be good. No wine (about 4pro points), a rum and diet coke (2 pro points). Got back to the table, took one sip, 30 seconds later managed to whack the glass off the table. A sure sign that I should not have been letting that booze past my luscious lips. I didn’t bother to buy a new one. I made the decision right there to stop drinking.
I’m walking away!!
It’s not what….oh, you get the gist.
I’m walking away from red meat. I find even buying lean products there is still a lot of fat in there and think I would benefit from leaning towards getting essential fats from fish and a more white meat based diet. So I’m walking away from the red meat. I’ll give it a go for a month and see what happens. To be honest I don’t eat much red meat anyway so this won’t be too hard.
So those are the changes I have decided to make diet wise which I hope will really really boost the next phase of my journey.
Now, let me tell you about my first Spartan Fam work out on Friday. I had so much fun. I was really nervous beforehand. I arrived at 1948 in Shoreditch (Shoreditch is way too cool for the likes of me) very early and was greeted by the lovely Alicia Creates. She told me to take a look around the shop and chill. People started flitting in one by one and every one was ridiculously friendly. I gained a real sense of community from them all. They were so excited to be there and really took the time to make me feel comfortable and welcome.
The leader of the Spartan Fam arrived and dished out free VitaCoco. I’m quite undecided about this stuff. The original flavour is not to my tastes but the pineapple one was divine. So hydrated and refreshed the group set out to the spot where the work out commences. A little park up towards Hackney. We took a leisurely jog over to get us warmed up.
In the park, people looked at us in amazement. A massive group of us took over the play park and set to work. I say took over but there was plenty of space for us and the kiddies already using the fun stuff.
Circuits commenced, using the play park equipment as our gym and our bodies as our weights. Squats, lunges, pull ups, press ups, planks, sit ups and dreaded burpees. We partnered up and there was no messing. It was hard. I have no upper body strength so found it a real challenge, but I was encouraged by the long timers and the newbie’s also looked out for each other as well. Sympathy glances and nods of encouragement. It was ace. Once that was over, we headed to the adjoining field where the cardio section began. Unfortunately, I managed to pull a muscle in my quad, which ruled me out of running but whilst the rest of the team did sprint circuits and what I feel was also a good bit of team building, I had one of the Spartan Fam organisers showing me how to do press ups and doing ab work drills with me, I might have been injured but the work out didn’t stop. I loved every second of it.
Work out done every one headed back to 1948 for a quick stretch and cool down and some exciting news updates.
Then like a true community we feasted! A hardcore group of us headed to Nandos where yet again that community bond was made tighter.
Bad leg aside, I really enjoyed myself, come Sunday I couldn’t fully extend my arms, so they definitely got a work out.
Chaka warned the group during the cool down that we have to do our homework. Of course, the hard work doesn’t stop just because we aren’t in class. Chaka is a man who wont suffer fools gladly. Be prepared to work hard or go home. His homework videos are a way of continuing to build on the Friday sessions.
He has a youtube channel full of fantastic videos which start right from the beginning. Introductions to pull ups and squats amongst over things.
There are 13 homework videos. I’m obviously starting at number one as I have been warned they get progressively harder as you go on, but I don’t want to go to class on Friday and be the one who clearly ain’t been studying.
I’ve come to realise over the past few weeks, that my journey is not just about losing weight because my doctor told me too, it’s about getting in to the best shape I could ever possibly be in. It’s time to step up my game.
Below is my new “before” photo. This is now the one I will be comparing all future photos to. It’s no longer about seeing less fat, but about getting stronger, fitter and being a better me!

My New before photo! yay

There are no excuses, so as the cool kids say… Leggoooooo!

Are The Numbers Important?

3 Aug
So from Wednesday’s post you can see that I’ve worked quite hard this week.
 
Running, cycling, training and eating much better.
To break it down a bit more, Sunday I trained with the Spartan Family. Monday I ran with the Run Dem Crew West, Wednesday I cycled 8.5k.
I also  cut out a lot of my weightwatchers snacks for fruit during the day.
 
So now we’re at Thursday and I wake up and think today is going to be a good day, then as I walk to the kitchen I spot the scales… I think to myself “I wonder how well I have done” Step on and BOOM 1lb ON! what the frick? How can I have put a lb on and this is when I’m starkers. It just put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
 
I know I shouldn’t have weighed myself but I’m glad I found out before the meeting as I had the day to prepare. At the meeting I told my leader what had happened and knowing a whole 10 hours had passed I told her I didn’t want to know what the final number was. So I have no idea how much I officially put on but I am so, so disappointed.
 
I can’t let it affect the week ahead though. I will stick with it. Train and track, train and track. It’s the way forward. Also, I did lose about an inch from hip and waist so I guess that’s something, but from a discussion with my leader, I don’t think it is possible to hit my goal of being under 15stone by the end of August
 
This had me so down that I forgot how far I have come and how much work I put in this week which although didn’t show up on the scales, must have done my fitness some major good. By its very nature with weightwatchers its all about the numbers and seeing the smaller numbers each week. Counting down to the ultimate goal weight and whilst I do need to get to that weight (12.7stone) surely after week like the one I have had I should take heart from the fact that I pushed my body this week. I came right out of my comfort zones and I went for it. Are the numbers really important or is it more about the benefits from putting my all in? I don’t fully know at the moment but I suspect its a mixture of the two. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
 
But moving on. Let me tell you about my bike ride. Ooooh I feel so proud of myself.
 
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Picked up the bike, put on new lights and oiled the chain etc. Then rode 8.5km from Brixton to Lewisham. So glad I picked up the gel cushioned seat cover otherwise that little ride would have really bruised my poor toosh. Took me 45 mins, with a little break halfway through. I used RunKeeper to track the journey, but paused it on my stop and forgot to restart it until I was almost home so it only registered 6.5km of the ride. Oh well. I was quite nervous about riding on the roads so I had printed off a map which would have used quite roads and backstreets, but it was so confusing I decided to go the way I would have driven. It took me thought Camberwell, Peckham and New Cross, then Deptford in to Lewisham. The hardest part as always was Belmont hill. That was probably the slowest part of my journey. I did it though. Happy days I tell ya.
 
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Thighs felt quite sore on Thursday but the good kind of sore. I just need to learn how to use the gears. I don’t understand them.
 
I am going to cycle my 10k running route this weekend. Up through Kidbrook, Blackheath and in to Lewisham via Deptford again. If anyone knows what a good 10k cycling time is, please let me know. Thanks.
 
I’m off tonight to my first proper Spartan Family work out session. I’ll try and post over the weekend with how it all went and how I felt about it.
 
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For now, have an amazing weekend.
 
xxx

Challenge Accepted…

20 Jul

Happy Thursday/Friday.

Hello my poppets.

Back on track this week. After behaving myself food wise and not being sick. A teeny bit of exercise and I have managed to lose 2.5lbs this week. New weight is 15st8lbs. NICE!!!

I think I got a little bored of tracking over the past few weeks. This losing weight and getting healthy lark is hard and tiring and yes I know the ultimate rewards are more than worth it, I miss being a greedy pig. I miss eating whole pizzas and stuff.

Meh

Soooooo last week I set my new mini goal. 11lbs by the 30th August. So thats now 6 weeks to lose 9lbs. Get in Leelee. I can totes do that. 1.5lb a week. Boom

I have now also found a new fitness challenge.

The 5×50 challenge. It’s starts in September. The mission? To walk, jog, run or cycle 5km a day for 50 days (consecutively).

Harder than it seems. I aim to do this on top of my usual daily walking.

It’s in aid of sports relief but all you do is donate 5quid when you sign up.

So who’s in? Take a look at the website. Anyone can do this.
http://5×50.co.uk/

I did my first run this Wednesday since my 10km on the 2nd July. Was so frustrated. I ran 5km and was just 2seconds away from beating my personal best. I was finishing on a hill and it was so hard. I really pushed. Next time aye. (still looking for run partners and also looking for a bike, if anyone has one I can have…..)

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This lucozade drink is delishio. 1propoint per bottle. Love that shizz.

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And this is my new indulgent treat. YooMoo! 4 points per 150ml and it’s super nom. tropical flavour is my favourite.

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Oh and I have to big up this lunch I had today at work.

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Haloumi, roast aubergine and courgette. With a tomato and cucumber salad. Soooooo delicious.

That’s it from me now.

As always, please share and leave comment

Xxxxx

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Cake made lovingly by Chars Cakery