I'm so guilty - all my posts are about my guilt. I'm treating my blog like some sort of fat aunty that has taken my head and rested it between her large breasts, she's stroking my head and she's telling me it's all going to be ok.
But she can't do anything about it! She's fat. And it's not going to be ok if I don't start training properly. And you're just, well at the moment, you're three people following my blog.
Friday, 13 February 2009
I must admit
things are not going to plan.
The last 2 weeks have seen about 4 gym sessions, approx 40 minutes long (water breaks and searching for decent adrenaline pumping tracks inc.)
My latest strategy is to make my legs as beefy as possible (this after reading some guys blog from last year's Etape - he talks of packs of guys chasing up hill and the tough lads up front screaming 'steep to the right' when a nasty hill comes in to view).
Must make myself some man legs, to get up these man hills.
Turns out these sessions where I pummel my body for 30 mins only end up making my knees weaker, my mind softer, my will to live...
So it's time to be a bit smarter and a little bit less of a willy about the whole thing.
One last blow out night (it's a friends birthday and there's brazillian music, dancing, drinks) and tomorrow begins a better me.
One I can be proud of.
The last 2 weeks have seen about 4 gym sessions, approx 40 minutes long (water breaks and searching for decent adrenaline pumping tracks inc.)
My latest strategy is to make my legs as beefy as possible (this after reading some guys blog from last year's Etape - he talks of packs of guys chasing up hill and the tough lads up front screaming 'steep to the right' when a nasty hill comes in to view).
Must make myself some man legs, to get up these man hills.
Turns out these sessions where I pummel my body for 30 mins only end up making my knees weaker, my mind softer, my will to live...
So it's time to be a bit smarter and a little bit less of a willy about the whole thing.
One last blow out night (it's a friends birthday and there's brazillian music, dancing, drinks) and tomorrow begins a better me.
One I can be proud of.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Oh no, that's not supposed to happen
So with the challenge also came a promise to eat healthily more frequently - and today I began with strawberries, an apple, chewing gum (to curb a chocolate craving), a Ryvita, then another, then a pastrami and cheese bagel (that's gone and done it), then a petit filous, then a turkish delight, a chocolate biscuit.... you understand.
Salad for dinner then.
Salad for dinner then.
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Why I did what I did
It's January. The mornings and evenings are so very black. As Feb looms I began to feel more and more like an amalgamation of Rosanne, Slimer and some sort of drooling wild beasty. I don't want to spend my precious pennies on boozing and the stark white of my sunshine starved skin puts me off H&M mirrors which offer an all round view including my pastey derriere. So I did it - I signed up to the Macmillan Cancer Support Etape Caledonia, a big old bicycle ride in the Scottish highlands.
It took 3 weeks of talking about it, and then last thursday I actually paid my £54 entrance fee -a shot of adrenaline and an unexpected excitable sort of crazed panic set in.
And that's it.
Wonder if I'll feel like She-Ra, Princess of Power by May?
It took 3 weeks of talking about it, and then last thursday I actually paid my £54 entrance fee -a shot of adrenaline and an unexpected excitable sort of crazed panic set in.
And that's it.
Wonder if I'll feel like She-Ra, Princess of Power by May?
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