Sunday 25th January
Last official bootcamp and I genuinely felt sad it was over.
The girls may be different sizes and have different goals but their supportive
and seem genuinely interested in each others progress. We have a on line
support group that has been really good. Food tips and motivating each other. I
must admit it has helped during in low points this week and its always good to
have a nosey and how people scrub up when there not dripping with sweat, hair
scrapped back in their sportwear.
We had all measured this week. The smaller folk of the group
losing a few inches here and there and a few of them seeming a little
disappointed until Kat pulled the tape measure nice and tight dropping several
more inches off. I lost 10.5 off various body parts. Again people commented
that they could tell which was really great. Kat said the highest she’d ever
had in 4 week was 13.5 so I was defiantly up there in her top set. Felt good.
When one of the fit lycra blondes got measured they measured her waist. It was
only 2 inches more than my thigh! I was next to my ‘friend’ and we couldn’t
help but have a little giggle at this comparing it to other body parts of ours!
I worked hard. I was pleased with myself but my balance is
genuinely shit! I’m just too fucking heavy it’s hard to balance all my weight
on one and my tip toes or just my arms on the bars. I’ll bloody pull my arms
out the sockets!! But I smashed the short bursts of cardio. She wanted us to
200m of rowing in a minute I did 250 60 more than the fit bird next to me, not
that I’m competitive). She then put us on the treadmill for a minute. I was
secretly confident that I knew I’d smash this as Barbie in front of me
struggled to complete a minute. Me and my brother used to go to the gym with
some students at work and he’d make me sprint for short distances then do some
weights then sprint again so I already knew that I wasn’t bad but it had been a
while. As I started running it wasn’t nearly fast enough and I had to tell Kat
to turn it up. I did good and I was pleased with myself even asking to do it again
later as part of the circuits.
I know my strengths and my weaknesses and I’m competitive.
Surely this is a good start?!
I would just like to say if anybody is reading this from any
of my classes that I’ve described as Barbie or Pocahontas or anything else I do
not mean to be offensive. I just say it like it is. Barbie and Pocahontas are
very attractive ladies! I’m not good with names please don’t think I’m being
mean. If I didn’t like you I’d be calling you ugly bastard or dirty whore.
Had the family over for tea cooked a big roast, crispy roast
potatoes and homemade Yorkshire puds. I didn’t have either but did plenty of
meat and veg and mashed swede. I love swede and it always makes me feel like
I’m not missing out at potatoes as much when I have mashed swede.
Monday 27th
January
Oh my god how my arms ache today!! And my shoulders hurt! No
wonder after me trying to lift my heavy bulk up!
Busy day at work. Out and about in the pool car (still
carless) doing home visits. Sorting out others mistakes. Felling a little
pissed off. Luckily I came prepared with my cashunuts and cranberries. Need
good healthy snacks to get me through the day and my diet coke of course.
Even with aching arms I was feeling positive about going to
dance fit! Even if I’d look like I was trying to do the thriller dance. Arms
flopping to one side rather than reaching up high and working out those bingo
wings! Unfortunately my dance partner and lift to the class couldn’t make it!
Bollocks I hate not having a car! Class missed. I then finally caught up with
my neighbour trying to keep my cool but not happy at him admitting moving it
but not breaking it?!
Miffed I had a bubble bath and put my cosey pjs on which is
my new answer to everything when I’m pissed off! Its got to beat eating ice
cream!! Mmm how I miss ice cream!! Chocolately nutty loveliness with chunks of
brownie. Now I hate crappy ice cream its got to be the good stuff or I’m not
interested at all. Me and Mr D tried a skinny moo iced mousse tonight. Though it
looked good. It wasn’t. It had a weird after taste and just did not hit the
spot! Chocolate my fucking arse!! Disappointing. How i miss ice-cream.
Tuesday 28th January
Off site again and bought a kitkat chunky for 20p. Not for
myself I gave it to my student but at that price I had to buy it. Bargain! Now
I haven’t told you much yet about how much I like bargains. Like a little too
much. Like I’m a little obsessive. I go food shopping at certain times when
things get double reduced. I hate paying more than 20p for salad. If I can get
it that cheap why would I want to pay £3? Its salad for fuck sake!! Now when
you start shopping like this it’s hard to go back! I hate spending a lot of
money on food. We spend about a tenner a week and that’s including the freezer
always being full of the best quality meat and fish. Frozen on the day it needs
and eating and bought for 50p instead of £5. The only problem with this is it’s
not just salad that goes cheap. Its everything including the bad stuff!
Puddings and nice bread. All sort of bread and croissants and those lovely
cheese twists that are only 9p each! I often take in bags of shopping to work.
Sausage rolls, doughnuts, pastries I would of only spent a £1 but made everyone
else happy at work even when I can’t have any.
This week there were big cheese boards for £1.50 how we love
cheese but with the support of the Mr we didn’t buy it. Good job we were
feeling strong that day! How we looooooove the cheese!!
Wednesday 29th January
Tonight at class she played a bit of Elvis ‘Houndog’ very
pleased with this a love a good shimmy to the king! But then she played a new
song... Pitballs ‘Swing your partner round and round’ Now I don’t have a
problem with this song I actually quite like it. Mid way through the track she
told us to grab a partner to ‘swing round and round’ now I really don’t like
touching people especially strangers and especially when I’m all gross and
sweaty. I don’t want to touch people there’s nothing a hate more when a work acquaintance
decides to give you a hug! No do not hug me! You are in my personal space, get
out!! Even my bestest buddy knows I don’t do hugs and this would only happen under
the influence of a large amount of alcohol. So I am not happy about this
situation, I’m there on my own right in the middle of the crowd when camp man
grabs me by the arm. I can just about deal with this, at least I kind of know
him and I couldn’t see any sweat dripping off him. I think this was the best
possible outcome. Next time I’m hiding at the back!!
Thursday 30th January
At work today I walked into a classroom and 2 of the older
girls told me it looked like I’d lost weight. Now for one of this young ladies
in particular it is rare that anything nice comes out of her mouth so this was surprising
and seemed genuine?! At work it would be a rare week if I wasn’t called a fat
slag at some point. This particular girl once gave me a whole rant saying ‘why
are you so fat? Your brother is so fit and looks after himself so you must sit
at home and binge eat. Why don’t you go and lose some weight’ In general you
get used to these kinds of comments when you work with young people with social
and emotional difficulties. You have to learn to be thick skinned as they will
target your weaknesses. Being strong can sometimes be tough.
Friday 31st January
Not only is it treat night but time for my first beverage of
the month! Work at the moment has been particularly challenging so a nice glass
of wine is much needed!! Tonight we went out for a meal with Mr Ds family for
his brothers birthdays so we didn’t get a choice in the treat but went for a
take your own booze Indian. This is quite a dangerous area for me. Take your own
booze and with the Misters family but luckily they are easy going and like a
tipple themselves. After a pretty average biriani and some chips. (Chips are my
favourite food and will always be eaten on treat night where possible!!) I didn’t
actually manage to eat all my nan bread. I do think I’m eating less even on
treat night. Lets not forget I’m a big eater so I’m not saying all of a sudden
I’m eating like a bird but I think normally would of polished off everything! The
wine went down nicely and my big plan to move on to vodka didn’t really happen.
I just wasn’t really feeling it and after a few cheeky jagers I just drank diet
coke for the rest of the night! Ended up with a nice little open mic styley pub
where Mr D was in his element. Good end to the night and no naughty treats
consumed on the way home!!
Saturday 1st February
With offerings of a fry up for breakfast even will feeling a
little tender I managed to make the right choice and say no. Even driving past
a nice little greasy spoon which we have visited on a few occasions I was not
tempted and waited until I got home to cook a nice healthy quorn breakfast!
We then went off to The Circus of Horrors as a last minute
cheap Saturday night entertainment! It was pretty damn weird at times with a
midget having a hover attached to his penis?! And these guys were runners up in
Britain’s got Talent. I’m pretty sure there were no penis antics in that!! I
went equipped with healthy snacks including salted popcorn and I’d cooked in
the microwave before I left and then wrapped in foil to try and keep it warm
sadly this failed but I did have a back of a bag of seeds! Yum- NOT!
Nobody can like fucking seeds can they?!
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