Well, I went back to my Weight Watchers meeting for the first time since November. Apparently I weight exactly the same as I did then. Which is good really as I haven’t been paying much attention to my food (regardless of my intentions) and haven’t done an awful lot of exercise. And for hours after I got home I was all enthusiastic.
Then we had some more bad news about the building work being done to our house. Or more precisely the work that is no longer being done to our house. And I got a bit stressed. No, no, that’s not it. I got very, very stressed. Stressed enough to sit in a darkened room and drink a very big glass of brandy. Or that’s what I imagined I would do. Having small children has removed a huge element of choice from my life. And I think we can see that that is a good, good thing. So I drank a lot of coffee and most of the chocolate from the second last Christmas selection box.
Anyway, ha to Weight Watchers. I still fail on the comfort food notion. I’m sorry, I know that a big bar of Fruit and Nut is not going to put a roof on my house but it does make me feel better. Yes, it only makes me feel better for a while. Why would I not want to feel better for a short time instead of no time at all. I suppose because I will feel worse next weigh in day? Honestly? I think the pay off was worth it this time.
And running. I’ve been doing a bit of that. Isn’t it chilly. Oh dear god but it’s cold. When I get in from the run my entire body is red and blotchy. Very attractive. Once again I am reminded that some of my favourite things are hot water bottles, central heating and fleece blankets.
I have decided to train for the half marathon at the beginning of March. I have a plan that might just work. It is very, very cunning. It also has no margin for error. Good thing we aren’t expected much bad weather. Ha! Still, no reason not to give it a go. If it goes well then hurrah. If it doesn’t then boo. Life goes on.
Not a Ford Focus! A real live ford with water and a big, big ruler thing to tell you if you are mad to try drive across. Thankfully the wonderful people of Essex were wise and considerate enough to put a foot bridge next to it so I didn’t have to get my feet wet. I was very glad.
Focus on the Ford
Isn’t running in the countryside interesting. You can’t really nosy in through peoples front windows like you can in the town and there is far too little footpath but there are fords, animals, big farm machinery harvesting some sort of turnip/sugar beet type thing, houses with names that relate to what work you do, houses with names that relate to which bit of the Empire you retired from and lots more hills.
I quite like hills. They have a big novelty factor. But the next time I plan a route along roads I don’t know I’m going to check the gradients and make sure that the last two kilometres doesn’t include the steepest hill of the entire run.
And now I’m thinking I might train for that half marathon in March after all. Well, start to train and see what happens. I promised myself that if I could manage 10k today and not feel like death I’d have a go. 7StoneItch suggested the Asics app. I haven’t looked at the app but I have tried their on line training plan generator and it claims that I have just enough time and no more. I’m going to study it a bit more closely and if it seems even remotely reasonable I’ll give it a try.
Ok, Christmas and the season of massive over indulgence is over. My chest infection is clearing up nicely (hurrah for modern medicine!) but has stopped me obsessing about Janathon. Time to think about my belly again.
Over Christmas I thought about what was stopping me (apart from Christmas) losing weight. I originally wrote “stopping me eating better” but lets be honest here about our motivations. It seems a bit silly but I stopped trying to lose weight as soon as my scales when into storage (oh when will I ever live in my own house again?). Then I tried to use the Wii Fit as a scale but the palaver of switching everything on, finding the controller and then going through the gazillion screens until I got to the speak your weight one was too much hassle. Plus I lived in constant fear that I would forget to mute the TV before I started causing the cheery little tune to ring out, wake the children and cause my living room to be filled with small girls demanding Mario Cart before breakfast.
Now, correlation implies causation and all that. Perhaps it was just coincidence that I ran out of steam just when we put most of our belongings into storage. But it was so easy to remedy this one that it seemed foolish not to give it a go. Sainsbury’s had bathroom scales on sale in their seasonal aisle so that was that.
Now I’ve haven’t read a copy of Zest in a long, long time but this tweet from them caught my eye.
I don’t think I’ll be buying a copy of Zest for another very long time.
I fell vindicated for eating gingernut biscuits this afternoon rather than carrots. Anyway, all orange food is equally good for you? No?
So, the cough that wouldn’t go away? In the end I felt so bad that I took the wee ones and the three of us went to the GP so that we could all discuss it. Not ideal but at the time I couldn’t find the energy to ring round to find someone to look after them for an hour. Not, with hindsight, a good sign.
The GP Laughs (one): “So I suppose this is just one of those upper respiratory tract viral things?” Ha, ha, ha, ha. No.
The GP Laughs (two): “I’ll still be able to go for a run?” Ha, ha, ha, ha. No.
So, there you go. Janathon banjaxed on the very second day. No running for me for at least a week. Yes, ok, I should have gone to the doctors earlier but if I went every time I had a cold, cough, sore throat etc I’d never be out of the place. I have a chest infection. Nothing scary or worrying but bad enough for the doctor to recommend a few days bed rest. Excuse me while I take my turn to laugh. But I have been taking it easy and hopefully the antibiotics will do their work and all will be well soon.
I am incredibly hacked off about this. Roll on Juneathon.
Pah and also humbug.
- Day One of Janathon
- Coughing up the lining of my lungs
It was a combination that I would prefer not to repeat. Thank god I have a day off running tomorrow … bugger.
Actually I am going to cheat with Janathon. I’m doing a half marathon in March and my training plan has plenty of rest days which I have every intention of taking. But just sitting around on the rest days really would be cheating so I’m going to follow the Gorilla bodyweight exercise app on those days.
Of course, when I say I have a half marathon plan I mean I have no plan what so ever. A brief look through the internet shows that most plans require more weeks than I have so I’m going to have a search around for the shortest plan going.
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