So it's late in the day (well 5PM feels late to me) and I have one of those headaches where you actually start to wonder if removing a portion of your brain would be, in fact, less painfull then the pounding going on in your head.
So I'm going to keep it short today.
I lost a kilo....Now at 110.5kg's. YAY!!
Didn't crack the 110kg mark. BOO!!!
Watch me go this week.
I have been getting some complements lately so although the numbers aren't looking so grouse, I think my arse is shrinking.
J
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Angry
I am pissed off. At the weather. At my country. but most of all, at myself.
The weather sucks. It's hit that really awful time in Canberra where in those last couple of weeks before Spring the weather hits completely rock bottom. Sunny days, with freezing cold winds. And I mean LITERALLY freezing.
My country....Sheesh. Election night last night and I am in a state of disbelief that, in my humble opinion, a complete tosser, namely Tony Abbot may be the new leader of our country. Frigging embarrassment. Not that I necessarily believe that Julia Gillard would be a whole lot better, in fact I'm willing to let you all know that I voted for The Greens, but Tony Abbot?? Oh dear God no!!!
And last but not least myself. I have been on this little quest for nearly two months and I have lost a whopping 1.6kg's. Could I be more pissed off with myself???? No. Could I be more disappointed in myself??? Nope. Am I being to harsh on myself??? Not in my opinion.
Last week I did 5 days on the treadmill, 2km's each go. Thursday I did nothing, admittedly, and Friday I did a thirty minute walk whilst pushing the pram ( I consider this a form of resistance training). So I'm thinking it's probably not my OUTPUT that's the big issue here, must be the INPUT. I need to get my shit together starting right now.
So, in closing it might be more like Twenty in Six now, but that's still a great start on my path. It'd get me well under 100kg's which for me would be awesome.
Please, please, please don;t give up on me just yet. I haven't given up on myself.....yet.
J
The weather sucks. It's hit that really awful time in Canberra where in those last couple of weeks before Spring the weather hits completely rock bottom. Sunny days, with freezing cold winds. And I mean LITERALLY freezing.
My country....Sheesh. Election night last night and I am in a state of disbelief that, in my humble opinion, a complete tosser, namely Tony Abbot may be the new leader of our country. Frigging embarrassment. Not that I necessarily believe that Julia Gillard would be a whole lot better, in fact I'm willing to let you all know that I voted for The Greens, but Tony Abbot?? Oh dear God no!!!
And last but not least myself. I have been on this little quest for nearly two months and I have lost a whopping 1.6kg's. Could I be more pissed off with myself???? No. Could I be more disappointed in myself??? Nope. Am I being to harsh on myself??? Not in my opinion.
Last week I did 5 days on the treadmill, 2km's each go. Thursday I did nothing, admittedly, and Friday I did a thirty minute walk whilst pushing the pram ( I consider this a form of resistance training). So I'm thinking it's probably not my OUTPUT that's the big issue here, must be the INPUT. I need to get my shit together starting right now.
So, in closing it might be more like Twenty in Six now, but that's still a great start on my path. It'd get me well under 100kg's which for me would be awesome.
Please, please, please don;t give up on me just yet. I haven't given up on myself.....yet.
J
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Communication Breakdown
Sorry for the late post today avid readers. Had a bit of a lazy old Sunday here at the Simmo house. I think we needed one after the craziness that was The Wookie's birthday party yesterday. She's not two for another 10 days but what they hey.
I've not had the best week to be honest. I'm still having some issues with a cold (now on week 3) which is kind of making my breathing a bit meh. Jake has also been crook the last few days so we've made some bad judgement calls food wise.
That said today we went a purchased a treadmill. Yep. You heard me. It's in our loungeroom, and, as those of you have been here know, is not the largest of spaces. Jake's theory is I can combine something I like to do (watch the teev) with something I don't (excercise) and it also means I can no longer use Canberra's shitty arse weather as an excuse not to walk. Bugger.
On the weigh in front....Well I have nothing to report. Not good, not bad, not indifferent. You see, the trusty old digitals failed me this morning so this weeks weight will have to remain a mystery.
This weeks goals.....
To crack 110kg when I hit the scales next Sunday.
To use our new treadmill for at least 30 minutes every day.
To eat only home cooked (or at least healthy) meals.
J
I've not had the best week to be honest. I'm still having some issues with a cold (now on week 3) which is kind of making my breathing a bit meh. Jake has also been crook the last few days so we've made some bad judgement calls food wise.
That said today we went a purchased a treadmill. Yep. You heard me. It's in our loungeroom, and, as those of you have been here know, is not the largest of spaces. Jake's theory is I can combine something I like to do (watch the teev) with something I don't (excercise) and it also means I can no longer use Canberra's shitty arse weather as an excuse not to walk. Bugger.
On the weigh in front....Well I have nothing to report. Not good, not bad, not indifferent. You see, the trusty old digitals failed me this morning so this weeks weight will have to remain a mystery.
This weeks goals.....
To crack 110kg when I hit the scales next Sunday.
To use our new treadmill for at least 30 minutes every day.
To eat only home cooked (or at least healthy) meals.
J
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Better Days
So we'll keep it short and sweet this week.
I gained again. 500g. I know it's not much, but if I don't pull my finger out and get things moving I'll be lucky to make Six in Six.
I could list off a heap of excuses, but in reality it's all just bullshit. I NEED to suck it up, keep my eyes on the prize and make myself (and you guys) proud.
Feeling a bit blah at the moment too, which doesn't help a whole lot.
New week, bringing the old attitude back.
Bob, you and I have some catching up to do.
J
I gained again. 500g. I know it's not much, but if I don't pull my finger out and get things moving I'll be lucky to make Six in Six.
I could list off a heap of excuses, but in reality it's all just bullshit. I NEED to suck it up, keep my eyes on the prize and make myself (and you guys) proud.
Feeling a bit blah at the moment too, which doesn't help a whole lot.
New week, bringing the old attitude back.
Bob, you and I have some catching up to do.
J
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Reason
You meet some people in the course of your life and they change you. Not in big ways so that you would notice, but in those little ways that count. Sometimes you've known them for five minutes, sometimes five years, in my case 25 years.
I don't know how old Joan was when I met her. I was six. She's a bit younger than my mum, so she would have been 30 odd.
Mum and Joan met in the most interesting of places, a psychiatric facility, fondly known a "the loony bin" in our family. Mum was going through an emotional collapse of sorts after her dad parted ways and Joan was depressed. I can't honestly say I remember the first time we met. I didn't visit mum too much when she was in, but her and Joan became best mates and she's been in my life since.
Other than my own weight loss demons Joan is the reason why decided to do Thirty in Six.
Maybe 10 years ago Joan was diagnosed with breast cancer. A hard battle was fought and in true Joan fashion she had decided it was NOT her time and therefore proceeded to kick cancers' arse. Granted she lost her boobs and her hair, but hey, she lived.
Fast forward to February 2008. After having scans the previous November showing all was still clear she was feeling a bit off. Further scans and tests showed multiple tumours in her thigh, sternum, lung and spine. And so, after seven years in remission the cancer cycle started again.
The prognosis right from the start was not good. Bone cancer is notoriously hard treat due to the density of the bone, so we all started to prepare for the worst early. Many times she was given the whole "You've got x amount of time left" and every time she found another reason to give cancer the bird. A grandchild's birth, my mum's 60th, the fact the weather was shitty.
Joan died today. 12.28pm to be exact. And to be honest, and please excuse my french, it fucking sucks.
It's funny you know. I've known for so long that she was going to die that I thought when my time came to write this blog it'd be easier.....Shit, where are my Kleenex??
So I guess with that I'd just like to say thanks Joan. Thank you for being the no bullshit person you were. For not being afraid to mess up every now and then. For always being honest with not just me, but everyone around you. For living your life on YOUR terms and no one elses. And for giving my mum the best friend she has ever, and probably will ever, have.
I only hope that I can be half the person that she was.
And you know what? If she could beat breast cancer once and make it through 2 and a half years when they gave her six months, I can loose thirty frigging kilograms.
Joan, mate, you will be missed, and you will always be loved.
J
I don't know how old Joan was when I met her. I was six. She's a bit younger than my mum, so she would have been 30 odd.
Mum and Joan met in the most interesting of places, a psychiatric facility, fondly known a "the loony bin" in our family. Mum was going through an emotional collapse of sorts after her dad parted ways and Joan was depressed. I can't honestly say I remember the first time we met. I didn't visit mum too much when she was in, but her and Joan became best mates and she's been in my life since.
Other than my own weight loss demons Joan is the reason why decided to do Thirty in Six.
Maybe 10 years ago Joan was diagnosed with breast cancer. A hard battle was fought and in true Joan fashion she had decided it was NOT her time and therefore proceeded to kick cancers' arse. Granted she lost her boobs and her hair, but hey, she lived.
Fast forward to February 2008. After having scans the previous November showing all was still clear she was feeling a bit off. Further scans and tests showed multiple tumours in her thigh, sternum, lung and spine. And so, after seven years in remission the cancer cycle started again.
The prognosis right from the start was not good. Bone cancer is notoriously hard treat due to the density of the bone, so we all started to prepare for the worst early. Many times she was given the whole "You've got x amount of time left" and every time she found another reason to give cancer the bird. A grandchild's birth, my mum's 60th, the fact the weather was shitty.
Joan died today. 12.28pm to be exact. And to be honest, and please excuse my french, it fucking sucks.
It's funny you know. I've known for so long that she was going to die that I thought when my time came to write this blog it'd be easier.....Shit, where are my Kleenex??
So I guess with that I'd just like to say thanks Joan. Thank you for being the no bullshit person you were. For not being afraid to mess up every now and then. For always being honest with not just me, but everyone around you. For living your life on YOUR terms and no one elses. And for giving my mum the best friend she has ever, and probably will ever, have.
I only hope that I can be half the person that she was.
And you know what? If she could beat breast cancer once and make it through 2 and a half years when they gave her six months, I can loose thirty frigging kilograms.
Joan, mate, you will be missed, and you will always be loved.
J
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Whiter Shade Of Pale
So, this time last week I had grand plans for the week ahead. I was going to excercise every day. Like a woman possessed even. I was a bit bummed about my gain and I was going to do anything in my power to fix it.
Well, it seems, it went beyond my control.
Sunday was fine, well if you don't count the residual seediness from the Saturday nights adventures.
Monday, ahhhh Monday. Migrane day. A headache and nausea so bad that the hubby had to stay home to help me with the kidlets.
Tuesday. All good for me. Excercise did get sidelined by a very sick husband.
Wednesday. Slight twinges of a headcold. Oh shit. This CANNOT be good.
Thursday and Friday. Thought I was dying. Well, maybe not dying, but I definatly took feeling like crap to a whole new level.
And yesterday....Managed to eat lunch AND dinner. The most I'd eaten since Wednesday.
So, on to the scales I hopped this morning. To be honest I was expecting to have lost a bit of weight. I have found this tends to happen when one is crook and, well, basically does'nt eat for four days. Still I was a wee bit surprised when those little digital scales blinked a few times and settled on 111.1. Yep, not a typo, 111.1kg's.
A whopping 1.9kg's has dissapeared from my frame since last Sunday. Part of me thinks Woo Hoo Awesome!! The other part thinks Oh Shit!! I need to keep this up the healthy way!!
Ah well, with everyone behind me I know I can do it. Watch this space.
J
Well, it seems, it went beyond my control.
Sunday was fine, well if you don't count the residual seediness from the Saturday nights adventures.
Monday, ahhhh Monday. Migrane day. A headache and nausea so bad that the hubby had to stay home to help me with the kidlets.
Tuesday. All good for me. Excercise did get sidelined by a very sick husband.
Wednesday. Slight twinges of a headcold. Oh shit. This CANNOT be good.
Thursday and Friday. Thought I was dying. Well, maybe not dying, but I definatly took feeling like crap to a whole new level.
And yesterday....Managed to eat lunch AND dinner. The most I'd eaten since Wednesday.
So, on to the scales I hopped this morning. To be honest I was expecting to have lost a bit of weight. I have found this tends to happen when one is crook and, well, basically does'nt eat for four days. Still I was a wee bit surprised when those little digital scales blinked a few times and settled on 111.1. Yep, not a typo, 111.1kg's.
A whopping 1.9kg's has dissapeared from my frame since last Sunday. Part of me thinks Woo Hoo Awesome!! The other part thinks Oh Shit!! I need to keep this up the healthy way!!
Ah well, with everyone behind me I know I can do it. Watch this space.
J
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