Day 11 - Sell Myself In Ten Words Or Less.
How pathetic is it that I can't think of anything worthwhile to say about myself. I asked my boyfriend, and since he's not one of those overly complimentary folk and survives on laughter alone, here's what he had to say about me:
Cheesey, wheezy, sneezy and fun!! Bum, tum and Mum!!
I thought it was very sweet. I know he thinks more of me than what you see there, but at my age, I take compliments where I can....
I guess if I had to chose words that would sell me, I'd go for: fun; kind; happy; compassionate; caring; silly; hardworking in the right environment, and it's there I get stuck!
See what the other lovely lot have to say today!
So, I've been away for over a month. Without boring you with the finer details, let's just say it has been an incredibly stressful couple of months, and I'm glad to be seeing the back of the beginning of 2013. I promised myself this year would be good to me. It will be good to me, and I'm starting by being good to myself.
During my 'hiatus', I failed to continue with dieting/healthy eating - whatever you want to call it. And as much as I don't want this to be a blog purely about dieting and losing weight or getting fit, it is about me. I want and need to lose weight. So, on Sunday, after finally feeling better - yet feeling somewhat fed-up of struggling to lift my legs up to put my sodding socks on - I decided to give Weight Watchers Online a go. I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with them. I know many people who have had great success with WW. I am not one of them. I've tried them several times in the past, but without much success. The fact is, I think I'm a binge eater. The only person who can control that is me. But where to start?
I've already struggled with WW and I'm only on day 3. I can't say the blame relies entirely at the door of WW HQ, but if they could adjust their points system so I know whether my Rice Krispies total points includes milk, I'd be ever so grateful. They need to take a leaf out of My Fitness Pal's book in that respect. Their food charts are incredible, because they're listed by thousands, if not millions of people. You're almost guaranteed to find what you're looking for, and it seems highly accurate. I've already looked at WW Facebook page, and people are questioning their new and improved app. Come on, guys! Sort it out for us little people! Anyway, the struggle came yesterday, on day 2. Well, given I only signed up on Sunday evening, yesterday was more like day 1. I was stood in my kitchen door way and right in front of me, across the room, I noticed I had left a cupboard door open. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with..... NUTELLA! 'Oooo, I'll have a spoon of that,' I thought to myself. One teaspoon turned into four. Oh. My. God. Divine! Oh, wait. Oh, yeah, I'm on a diet. I mentally kicked myself and then entered the points into my little WW app. I'm still under on points, and in my head I am starving. I need to learn self control. Quick. I'm wondering if anyone else forgets they are on a diet - and so quickly?
So, where am I at today? Well, my starting weight is fat. Within a month, I'd like to be a little less fat. I have mentioned before that I'm doing this for many reasons, but I am also doing it to support my little sister (she's 32 this year, but she's still my baby, I'm still five, and she cries a lot) who is on her own 'journey' (so cliche) to lose weight, so she can start IVF. Here's a link to her blog if you'd like to follow and show your support. Baby a Chance
So the kids went back to school yesterday. I'm hoping for a return to my version of the norm, but I fear I'm already dragging my heels into 2013. In my defence, I've been ill, but I do annoy myself with how long it takes me to get going to do anything at all. I've lost 3lb in my first week. I am happy with that. Very happy. But I think I could have lost more if I'd gotten up off my arse and exercised. On top of that we have what looks to be the winter blues. Even my son with ASD who likes to wake up at midnight and thinks it's time to get up and play is sleeping more than usual. Do you struggle with exercise in the winter? How do you exercise at home? Are you motivated? I need tips!
How do you deal with cravings. Yesterday was a mere three days into my healthy eating plan and I struggled more than I care to admit. How I didn't attack the baking cupboard for cooking chocolate, I'll never know. I did eat three Special K bars one after the other, but in my defense, I really am not feeling well. My excuse and I'm sticking to it!
To be honest, I wouldn't say that I'm craving anything in particular. I just want fatty, tasty stodge! I'm one step away from licking the butter pot, it's that bad! Am I craving it because I'm not well or is it because I'm a greedy so and so who hasn't adjusted to the idea of a 'diet' yet?
First off, if you don't like the F- word, you're not going to like this post. Fat. There, I said it. I'm fat. More importantly, I'm unfit. I don't baulk at the fat word, nor do I always see myself as fat, but I am clinically obese, and I need to change that without losing an ounce of my femininity and the very things I like about myself.
I don't like to set myself up for immediate failure, therefore, I don't make resolutions that I can't stick to. Invariably, that means I don't make any at all, because I'm not very good at sticking to things. You may think, 'well, at least she's honest.' I'm not honest, I'm lazy.
2013 is going to be a year of determined change. At 36 years young, I think it's high time I grow up and create a positive outlook for myself. Actually, not just for me; this is for my children, too.
The first change I want to make - let's call them changes, I might just stick to it - is to lose weight and get healthy. I don't want to get thin, I want to get healthy. With already existing health problems, I want to make my life a little easier when walking up the stairs, when out walking, or even just cleaning the house. To put it bluntly, I'm a short arse. A short arse with a big arse. I like my bum, that's not the issue, I don't always feel big, but I do feel unfit. I'm aiming to change that part of me the most.
My younger sister also has weight issues she's trying to tackle for very different reasons. She wants to be a mummy to her own child. To do this, she has to lose weight to be eligible for IVF. I'm doing this with and for her. I want to be a support so that when she's struggling to put that can of Irn Bru down, I can struggle with her. I want her to be a mummy, too.
Today, my starting weight is 'fat'. Tomorrow I'll be a little less fat. I'm blogging because it means I can talk about it without talking about it. Follow my story here. I've already refused a sugary drink and a bar of chocolate today. I feel lighter already!
Wonder if I'll exercise today.....
