It's Weigh Day

It's weigh day. Damn Mondays! I'm totes not looking forward to this weigh in. Despite reaching my stone last week, I don't think it's going to go as well this week. Mainly because I haven't been exercising because of my stupid foot and because I was out on Saturday night.  And Saturday nights outing was still in full swing at 04.40am. Really really need to invest in a watch for myself so I can keep better track of time. And time spent drinking.

Yesterday was spent in a horror hangover. I was curled up on the couch wishing for sleep / death and water. Oh my god I've never felt so de-hydrated in all my life. Even today I'm still guzzling water to beat the band. Must be the popcorn I ate (not the pints of beer I drank).

Copious amounts were consumed but in fairness, it was all in aid of a great cause and in the memory of a wonderful man. So I won't beat myself up too badly when I hop down of TSC tonight.

This week was a fail in the "12 weeks to Glow" Challenge. Need to up my game.

This weekend is busy a one. My twenties expire in 5 days and 10 hours. So long twenties and hello thirties. I shall be doing a mild bit of celebrating with my twinnie so I imagine dehydration, sore joints and possible nausea will feature on the list of ailments for next weeks weigh day.

It's Weigh Day, Facial Virgin and Exploding Gravy

Damn it. It's weigh day. Why does weigh day come around so quickly? Monday is always a good weigh day, unless I have been misbehaving at the weekend - in which case, its a dad day! I haven't been to my class in two weeks so I am defo feeling a little bit on the shaky side! Especially after my girlie night in Carlow.  Which was amazing!

It was my first ever time to have a facial.  I fell asleep. When the facial woman made a noise I jumped out of my skin and remembered that I was not alone in my room and I should really try avoid dosing off / snoring like a train. Then I fell asleep again and repeated the whole process.  My skin was so lovely and soft after it. It was wonderful. Now that my facial cherry has been popped, I think it might be my new favorite thing to do.  If only I had just had the facial, a couple of lettuce leaves and water. But no.  I didn't! Instead I drank 1 and half bottles of wine, soup, 2 bottles of beer and 2 Bacardi's and diet coke. I didn't drink the water until Sunday when my tongue was like sandpaper! But it was good fun to say the least!

Yesterday I was trying to claw back some losses by going for a walk on the beach. I couldn't run.  I just didn't have the capacity to make it happen. Instead, I walked. And I got tired. And I tried to jump over a little river of water (which was actually deep enough) only to land in the middle (the deep bit). It was an emotional walk that didn't do what it was meant to do - clear my head and energise me. Instead it made me wet, tired and increased my desire for crisps, chocolate and, for the strangest reason, Super Noodles. I didn't have any of them things.  I went home and channelled my inner Domesticated Goddess who brushed aside my Hangover Head and got down to the business of making Soda Bread for the Carrot and Coriander soup I made from scratch. Then also made a Chicken Tikka Masala from scratch and lovingly prepared a Christmas ham (yes I am aware that I am off by a number of weeks, but himself needed a bit of spoiling) and roast potatoes and gravy... that exploded all over the place.

It was rather silly of me if I am perfectly honest. And I lay full blame at the door of my delayed hangover and tired eyes. I decided that I'd make some gravy from the meat juices. I had no little pot as it was busy making carrots. So I chucked a perspex jug on the cooker ring and got down to gravy making.  There I was, minding my own business, dreaming about sitting down when suddenly, and much to my surprise, the bloody jug exploded everywhere. I nearly had a heart attack.  I thought someone had fired a gun (and shot my gravy).  Thankfully I wasn't hurt at all (until later when a rouge piece of glass made it's way into my sink and sliced my bloody middle finger). Thought the cooker ring was destroyed though, but with a bit o' elbow grease I got it cleaned. Frightened the bejaysus out of me. Had I been a cat I think I would have been upside down, claws buried in the ceiling and hissing at the offending noise!

So I'll be toddling off to get weighed now today.  Here's hoping that I have lost something and not gained. Wish me luck !

It's Weigh Day...

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It's weigh day again.. Cannot believe how quickly these weeks are just flying past! Only one more bank holiday left this year before Christmas...

So I'm getting weighed today, a Tuesday, because of the bank holiday weekend. Gives you an extra day to try and undo the boldness of the Bank Holiday.  Now normally on a Tuesday after a bank holiday weekend I would spend the entire day thinking of reasons  not to go to the class and then I would "forget" to go because it's Tuesday instead of Monday... oops. But not this time.  Oh no.  This time I am happy enough to go to my class and see what happens.  Why?

Well, for starters, I cooked all weekend and did not eat out once. I even made my own brown bread - that's just the kind of domesticated goddess I am... Secondly, over the course of the last week I have gone for quite a few runs, finishing off the week with a 3.5k run yesterday afternoon. Which, as far as I am concerned, should result in the loss of at the very minimum 4 stone.

Even though I was out on Saturday boozing around, I'm not too concerned. Because while I boozed with the best of them, I didn't do my usual trip to Mickey D's (McDonalds) that I forget about because it doesn't count when you have had something to drink...

I am quietly confident about having a loss this week, even if it is not quite as big a loss as 4 stone!

It's weigh day... Damn that Chocolate Celebrating Bank Holiday Weekeend

So! It's weigh day. It's Tuesday. I've just had a four day weekend. I'm not entirely sure how this weigh in is gonna go! Here's hoping the 1 and 1/2 hours of squatting I took part in and the 3 hour round of golf will pay off and help me out. Because the 10 hour larger session on Saturday night is definitely not going to help me out, at all, whatsoever!

Its weigh day

I can't believe we are back to weigh day again! The weeks are flying in!

As I may have mentioned, I wasnt exactly the exercise bunny I had intended to be since my last weigh in! Nor was I as well behaved! Barely tracked and I didn't just break lent, I smashed it like a kiddie raiding their piggy bank for money to buy sweets!

So I tried to make up for lost ground over the weekend! I was very well behaved- only one glass of vino all weekend! And I exercised for 3 hours over Saturday and Sunday.

I ran and squatted all my lack of commitment and control away! So much so that it hurts when I breathe, walk, lie on my stomach when I am sleeping, try to sit down and then, inevitably, try to stand up!

Here's hoping all this pain will mean a gain of a loss, if ya get me!

It's weigh day

Weigh Day is upon me once again. Yes I am aware that it was only Thursday the last time I got weighed. But I miss my usual weight watchers class and my wonderful leader so its back to the oul routine.

Oh my god what a weekend! Himself was away at a stag for the weekend, so I had planned a lovely girlie weekend of catching up with friends I haven't seen in a while. Going for a few drinks and even maybe a bite to eat. I had planned on cleaning the house, going to see my Grandmother and spending bank holiday Monday with my beautiful buns and their mam. (The buns are also known as Connor and Aaron, my little twins that I am godmother to)

It didn't quite work out that way.  Friday was to spent with an old friend. And it was lovely. We drank some wine and had a take away, which I haven't had in so long! It was nothing short of delightful. 

Disaster struck on Saturday morning. I was sick. Not just ill. I was so sick that I was pretty sure I had reached the end of my days. I thought that himself would come home from Blackpool a hungover mess to find me dead on the bathroom floor. I hadn't decided whether the getting sick or the pain would be the death of me. I spent the morning in a mental tug of war trying to decide whether to call a Doctor for medical help or a Priest to give me my last rites. So, I rang my Dad. While I am aware that he is neither a Doctor nor a Priest, when I am sick I always want my Dad. Yes, I do realise that I am nearly 30 years old and shouldn't be calling my Daddy when I'm in crisis, but what can you do. The poor man! There I am, sick as a small hospital ringing a man that is nearly 4 hours drive away from me! He didn't know what to do. I was crying, he was racking his brains as to who to call to come to my aid. He rang me nearly every hour on the hour to make sure that I was still alive! Nearly gave him a heart attack, and considering his past medical history, it could have been very likely!

Regardless. By about 3pm I stopped getting sick and passing out every time I drank a sup of water. And at 4pm I managed to hold down a slice of toast without the same happening. The pains in my stomach had abated and I was starting to feel normal once again. So I just went to bed and slept my little head off until 12pm the next day.

The things I learned on Saturday are:

1. Apparently, your never too old to need your Dad, even if it is just some comforting words down the phone as you do your best impression of the exorcist before loosing consciousness on the bathroom floor.
2. I hate being alone when I am sick and need constant reassurance that I will survive.
3. I am slightly dramatic and hysterical when ill
4. I have no hope, whatsoever, of surviving child birth. The pain I was in on Saturday resulted in a lot of the passing out. Apparently child birth is so painful there are no words so mothers just tell you that you 'forget the pain when you hold your child'. I am screwed.

On the plus side, all the up-chucking and lack of appetite for a good portion of the weekend should yield some happy results on the scales! Every cloud has a silver lining...

Change of date for my weigh in

There was a slight change of plan for my weigh in yesterday. I couldn't attend my WW meeting because myself and himself had to go to view a possible band for "The Big Day". It was a giant waste of time to be totally honest. The band were quite expensive considering their talents. But not to worry it's one of them things where if you don't have a look, you just won't know. Back to the drawing board for that particular task!

So heading for a weigh in this evening. Here's hoping the extra day will have made a GIANT difference. It's funny how the closer I get to them damn scales the less confident I am in the efforts I made!

On another note, I would like to say a HUMGOUS congratulations to two of my WW buddies who received their first stone each last night at their weigh in. Delighted for them that all their hard work has paid off!!Well done ladies I'm dead proud of you both!

It's Weigh day

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It's weigh day.. Damn I wish I did more over the weekend! It's funny. I know my WW programme inside and out, upside and down. I could probably tell you the points value of most foods off the top of my head. But, when I don't attend a meeting and get weighed it all goes out the window. I know I should track, but I don't. I know I should weigh my foods, but I don't. It's something I really need to work on  because I won't be attending the classes all the time when I reach goal!!

Anyway. The weigh in is upon me. I have gone running and I've bounced about my sitting room to Davina McCall and her teams instructions. My legs are killing me, my arms are killing me. Walking is, once again, a HUGE effort and trying to sit down takes time and concentration. Must work out more often!!!

Wish me luck!

Damn it, it's weigh day

Damn it, it's weigh day again and this week has not been my best week!
Between working late, visitors and downright laziness I did no exercise this week. None at all whatsoever. My routine was out of sync (and I didn't do a whole lot to get it back into sync). I don't know what the heck is wrong with me! When I reach my 7lb, I loose the plot and then stop trying. That flippin self destruct button is always close to being pushed! Think I need therapy!

Anyway, I have decided that last week was a "rest" week and that this week is a "get back on that saddle and ride til your skinny" week.

I was out this weekend. Not once, not twice but three times. I was out for drinks on Friday night with himself's family to celebrate the 39th Anniversary of himself's uncle turning 21 (I'll let you do the math).  It was a fantastic night and loads of fun had by all. Then we headed out again for our friends birthday on Saturday night. That resulted in not getting home till after 3am having consumed copious amounts of Corrs Light, somethings called Cointreau Bombs (like a Jagger bomb with Cointreau instead) and accidentally leaning on a strangers puke... Needless to say I wasn't feeling overly sociable yesterday.

Although, despite the seedy head upon my both Saturday and Sunday afternoons, I didn't eat a single crisp or fizzy jelly (until we  got a DVD last night and I ate some jelly beans and popcorn, though not a lot!!!)

Then the hat-trick that rounded off the weekend was out for dinner last night because neither of us had it in us to cook anything. So what did I order? I had a dirty big beef burger and chips - although, once again, I didn't actually eat all of the chips!

So the plan for this week:

Move, move lots more than last week! Kettlebells, running, Davina McCall. Aiming for 8 hours this week so need to get going!
Cook all my dinners and lunches tonight for the whole week. I'll be working late, going to exercise classes and need to be eating on the go.
Keep all of my 49 ProPoints for the weekend because I have got a wedding to attend!

Will keep you posted on the outcome.

It's weigh day

It's the 13th Weigh day and it's the first one that I am actually not feeling dreadful about. I am confident that with the amount of exercise I did (just over 7 hours, thank you very much) and the careful pointing and tracking I should have a loss on the scales! I will be happy with a loss of 2lb!

I was counting up the hours of exercise I did over the last week, and I'll be honest, I was shocked. I don't think I have willingly moved that much in years! Thankfully, my thighs, gluetes and calves have decided to give up the rebellion and fall in line with the regime. Just need to get my arms and stomach to follow suit and sure we'll be laughing!

I decided this weekend that I needed to set myself a date to work towards. My goals are good but I need something big to get me up and moving more. So, on the 14 April 2012 I will be going for my first wedding dress shopping trip. If that doesn't motivate me, nothing will. I just need to remember that I break out in a sweat every time I think of 'the fear'... (aka accidental ripping a dress or something equally as shameful happening to me!)

So here's hoping tonight's scales reflects all my hard work, otherwise I'll be devo!

It's Weigh Day ....

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It's weigh day today and I'm not feeling all that confident. Damn my love of going out and having a good time and thinking 'feck it, sure it'll be alright'! Was out for dinner in Eddie Rockets on Friday night and it was delicious. I didn't stick to my plan, sure why would I? Where's the fun in that? Nothing like a bit of self sabotage to get the weekend rolling in the right direction. So instead of ordering my chicken in a bowl and regular fries, I ordered the chicken fillet burger and fries smuthered in cheese. It was so tasty that I could happily have climbed up into the bowl and lived there!

Saturday was a much more disciplined affair, until I got to the restaurant. I woke up and did about 45 minutes of my Davina McCall DVD. Then I had a lovely breakfast of egg, toast and parma ham followed by a lunch of veggie soup. Not of the home made variety, but one of the Dunnes stores soups that kind of look like the Cully and Sully soup. It was 6 ProPoints but very tasty. When i went out for dinner and ordered a cocktail (or four) and then had loaded potato skins which had mashed spud, bacon and lots and lots of cheese (are you seeing a trend here). Followed up with Spicy Wedges and chicken enchiladas covered in? Yep, you guessed it, more cheese. DELICIOUS!

Yesterday was better though. I was very good. I even went for a run for nearly an hour which is unheard of after a night out. This happened primariliy because I had to leave the celelbrations early on Saturday night due to pesky strobe lights and lazers in the night club we were in. Couldn't risk having a seizure after so long being seizure free!

But here we are at Monday and I am in possesion of my 20/20 hindsight vision and I know that I didn't do enough to loose anything tonight. A whole week of being good and doing the right stuff ruined in 72 hours!

This week will be better!

It's the first Weigh Day of 2012

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It's the first weigh in of 2012 and I'm starting to get a little nervous. I really wish I had done less of the eating, drinking and being merry and more of the running, tracking and pointing!!! But not to worry, the time machine I am currently working on is taking longer than anticipated to perfect, next year I'll be able to go back and correct all the mistakes I make once I've learned the lessons!

So what do I think is going to happen? Well I definitely think that I will have missed my goal of achieving a 7lb weight loss by 31 December 2011.  That's one goal that has definitely passed me by. But it's OK, I'm getting right back into it and I'll have achieved my goal of -7lb by the end of January 2012!!

I've also had a good chat with the various body parts the rebel against my exercising (they being my thighs, glutes and calves). I have told them I have prepared an exercises plan for the week. 1 hour a day. Regardless of their protests it's happening. I will get us nice and skinny in no time!

I'm all set for the week. Meal plans are done. Dinners are cooked and frozen and just need to be defrosted and reheated. Lunches are well and truly planned, today's lunch was actually really very tasty altogether!

Dinners this week include:

Creamy Chicken Pie

Beef Chilli HotPot

Moroccan Stew

Meatball pasta bake

Thai pork and egg fried rice

Prawn Nachos

I'll be going out for my dinner on Saturday night to celebrate one of my best friends turning the big 30! Herself, her hubby and myself and H2B shall eat nice food and dance the night away!

Fingers crossed I don't blow up the scales tonight. It'd be awful disappointing for new members!!

Wish me luck!

It's Weigh Day...

My Unofficial Weigh Day is here. It's Monday. I have had a pretty hectic weekend with cocktails, shots and beer. There was very little exercise done. I had scones. They were lovely. I also had coleslaw and cheese. It was lovely too. I had McDonalds. That! Well, that was delicious!!!!

Other than that, I was quite discplined and I didn't go over my points most days. Although in saying that, I didn't track quite as well as I should have. One might say I'm turning a blind eye?

Anyway. My aim this week is to have lost the 1.5lb that I put on. I am going by my scales, which is different to the class scales and I am only using it as a guideline. Hopefully when I go back to class on the 3 January the losses will match!

Still quite scarred after my epic fall from the food wagon! I'll be heading out for Christmas drinks tonight with my college buddies and plan on being very good. Mostly because I have work tomorrow and can't really hack a night on the raz when I have to get up the next day. Sign of my age?!

It's weigh day....

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I can't believe its weigh day again!!

So, today is the day that I have set as a goal to have lost 7lb. It's the final weigh in of November, and I am 2lb away from achieving my goal. As always, I'm nice and confident that I've done well until this morning!!! I got up and the first thing I thought was "Damn it, why did I eat those Jelly beans?"... Now, in a more rational part of my brain I realise that a few jelly beans are not going to be the cause of my failure, but still! I shall sit and analyse every last thing I put in my mouth until I get up on that scales.

Looking back over my tracker, I should be feeling more confident. I've exercised. I didn't eat out. I didn't drink a drop of alcohol the whole weekend and I stayed within my points.

I'll be gutted if I don't loose 2lb this week. I badly need a hair cut. I think my hair is starting to take on a bit of a life of its own. I don't think in all the 29 years I am on this planet my hair has ever been this long. The split ends! Oh the split ends. You'd die of embarrassment if you saw them! Sure I can nearly take either side of the split end and pull it to make two strands of hair they are that bad! What does my needing a hair cut and loosing 2lb have to do with one another? Well its simple. I cannot get a hair cut until I reach my short term goal of 7lb!

Wish me luck!!

It's Weigh Day....

Yep, its that time of the week again where I fret and worry about every piece of chocolate, every crisp and every crumb that passed my lips wondering if they are all now resting on my hips waiting to make a holy show of me on that scales.

I think I was very well behaved this week. I didn't do as much exercise as I would have liked, mainly because I have been a bit blue and browned off with things in general. But I didn't do my usual and turn to comfort food (apart from Sushi-gate, which I have just about gotten over, but not quite - still feel rather cheated!)

I was out for lunch on Saturday and have a really tasty treat for myself. Cesar salad, with the dressing on the side (and dipping the fork into the dressing instead of forking the salad and dipping it in!!) That was my starter and my main was a delicious, but really spicy, garlic and chili prawn pasta.

But I earned that lunch, I went running and core strength conditioning (no less) Saturday morning. Felt marvelous. I was tittering away to myself when I got back! Me, running, at 10.30am on a Saturday morning. Why I never!

So here's hoping my core strength conditioning and various other bits of trotting around the place has paid off!!

It's weigh day

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Damn it! It's weigh day and all my confidence in the hard work put in is slipping away as the hours tick tock towards 7 O'clock! All I can remember is the 5 meals that I ate out (6 if you include the chipper, but I am trying to block that particular fail out!). I know I worked out and I know I ate well for the majority of the seven days, but I don't think it was enough! Damn self doubt. Damn that intoxicating scent of chips and vinegar. Damn it all to hell!

So here's hoping that regardless of all the meals out and alcohol consumed, I will have least lost 1lb. That's what I am aiming for, a loss of 1lb!

Fingers crossed

It's weigh day...

Weigh in 2 has come around! That week flew by in a blaze of points, exercise and pains!! Here's hoping it all paid off and the falling out with my thighs has been worth it. Up until this morning I was feeling relatively confident, sure I'd even go so far as to say extremely confident of a loss on that scales. But now... Well! Feeling less and less sure of myself and doubting whether or not I've done enough to see the results I want (in my dreams: 7lb down... but realistically 1lb down!)

Wish me luck!

It's Weigh in Day

Oh why can't I stick to a plan? I was supposed to go walking for 2 hours over the weekend to make up for the Vino etc... But I didn't (the vino being the reason for the inabilty to walk)

Anyway, Week one weigh in is tonight! I am dreading it. I think I may have to change this blog to a Diary of an Inflating bride!!!

Wish me luck!