Week 2 8th – 14th January 2011
Weight: 10st 10lbs
Status: Is it only Week 2? Shit.
Mood: Slightly irritable…
Ok, so the first week’s optimism has buggered off and left me with no junk food in the house to console myself… and oh yeah, a little bit grumpy!
So I know I can do this, but I’m now questioning why? Why, why, why? No alcohol? Am I mad? Quite possibly, as I appear to be having a one-sided conversation in this diary; pants! I’ve still got my cold although my taste buds have returned with a vengeance and I’m now missing my nightly tipple. I tried a few cocktail recipes with cough mixtures instead of alcohol but I found that ‘Sex on the Beach’ with Night Nurse was sadly lacking…
I appear to have a constant headache and I think it’s from a bit of withdrawal. The plan of eating small amounts 4 to 5 times a day was common to me but suddenly, I’m finding it difficult? I’ve forgotten twice this week to add in my afternoon healthy snack and I’ve also eaten late twice, so my brain/stomach balance is not quite functioning as it was. As I work from home, I’ve really no excuse to miss or delay meals.
My meal planning has been a bit poor in general I think. I found a few recipes that I’m ok with but I can get too samey with food and I’m pretty sure it’s not cool to repeat the same procedures every day, so I need to maybe set an alarm to stop work, leave my desk and sort out dinner. The fridge is stocked with plenty of healthy ingredients; I just need to get my ‘Ramsey’ on. Although by some of the vocabulary that’s left my mouth this week, I’ve already f**king done that… damn.
I’ve done a lot of pacing so far this week, realising the extent of my unhealthy relationship with alcohol as I’ve tried to keep myself busy. I’ve thrown in the odd ‘sit-up’ for good measure too, although that’s making me feel depressed as my stomach is getting in the way of actually sitting up, so I really should call them a ‘slight gravitational inclines-up’ instead.
Fortunately, I just had my first Bootcamp of the year which has seriously lifted my spirits. Damn, now I’ve thought about spirits… and optics… and Tia Maria – and I don’t even like Tia Maria?! Focus! Right, yes, Bootcamp – top draw! I realise today just how much I’ve missed my Bootcamp. It started off great, with a surprising burst of energy from me that actually had me doing extra activities and completing tasks ahead of the class, which was duly noted by my fellow Booties by the appropriate level of support it deserved, such as the rubbing of one’s nose to suggest mine was brown and coughing into fists while uttering words like “teacher’s pet”. I took pride in the moment as I’d never been top of the class before! My euphoria and pleasing, healthy glow in the cheeks lasted a good few minutes before Charlie set forth a chain of exercises that left me looking like a flailing beached seal as I attempted the dreaded burpies followed by press-ups, while my mountain climbers looked more like a salted slug negotiating some gravel.
So, to say that I’m aching after Bootcamp would be like saying that losing one’s leg is a mere flesh wound… The undertaking of basic tasks has become quite momentous as I was laughed at for a full 5 minutes as I attempted to put on some socks. I’m also considering a reversing beeper that you get on lorries for the more regular bathroom breaks that are needed now I’ve upped my water intake. I find backing in there to be the best option, as my thighs are now the ones screaming obscenities – although, thinking about it, a crane to help lift me off would also be useful… hmm, I’ll bear that in mind.