Running is going really well! The heart rate monitor is really helping me to judge my progress. Since buying it I have run almost every day and I used it every time. My training partner told me we really are running now which I was delighted to hear!
On Saturday we went for a 6k walk/jog with some really good stretches of jogging in there at least 1.5k a few times... I think this is excellent for week 2!On Sunday I did a 10k walk/run. So pleased that I am sticking with it.
I am finding the diet aspect really hard at the moment. I do not feel like I can stay on strict Dukan and train for the 8k. Maybe this is just an excuse?? I am finding it hard to not pig out on chocolate :/ Today I failed. I can only commit to doing better tomorrow. I do not really want to be on Dukan any more but I do want to eat healthily... I know how to do it I must just tough it out. I put on three or four pounds over the last fortnight and lost them and put them on again... they are some serious yo-yo pounds but they make my weight-loss badge go under 50lbs lost which is annoying. I went them off for good. I know how to lose them now I must JUST DO IT.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Monday, 12 March 2012
Putting the horse before the cart...
This is truly crazy... today after work I went to buy a heart rate monitor so I could judge my progress in jogging. This is epic for me... I didn't buy a HRM so that I could get into jogging. I am already going jogging. Okay so I have gone 4 times in the last few days but I have sworn blind that I will be a member of a relay team running the city marathon this year (honestly this is a serious commitment... there is no getting out of it).
I am very good at spending the cash and thinking it will act as an incentive to work wonders.. to exercise, to diet, to write more, to learn a new language... whatever! This time I put the HORSE before the CART, so to speak. I am thrilled.
How did this journey to jogging begin?? Well, way back on a freezing evening last summer I went jogging with a girl I work with. We were both keen on the idea of exercising and loosing a bit of weight but basically of transforming ourselves into the kind of people who actually go jogging. I unearthed my sports bra and exercise gear, bought and used in my more athletic incarnation circa 2005. All kitted out and feeling good.
Everything was going well until we actually started jogging... my boobs were flying everywhere as I ran and I actually had to put them back into the bra a few times. My leggings were a really AWFUL choice for jogging in because the waistband kept being jiggled to below my flabby tummy. I felt so uncomfortable... and that was before the exercise really kicked in. Despite the challenges we actually pushed ourselves fairly hard for two lazy newbies and when we finished we felt great and swore blind that we would be back again to jog in one day's time. I am sure you saw this coming but... we never went again.
After last summer I had reached my ultimate heavy weight of 209 lbs. I was really unhappy, to be honest I was depressed. I had to drop out of college for the second time. My job was fine and my hours were okay but life wasn't really good or bad... to be honest it was an existence. I never went out and when I did I hid when it was photo time. It had happened too many times that I thought I looked really nice and then I would see a photo and instead of me all I could see was a miserable, heavy girl... nothing else about that girl was striking apart from her size. I felt like the fat I was carrying was a big sign saying 'I am not happy'. I was never a funny, happy fat girl. I just don't have that kind of personality. Don't get me wrong I am a happy person and my friends know my quirky sense of humour but being an extrovert requires some serious effort and when I was 209lbs i just didn't see the point.
In November my mum had had enough of me moping around the house and she put me on a diet. It has actually been really good and I have lost 50lbs in around 15weeks. I am super chuffed.
HERE IS THE KICKER>>> I tried jogging again... same sports bra, new shorts IRISH size 12 (not size16 like during the summer)... this time I LOVE IT. It is so bloody obvious that jogging must be easier when you are 50lbs lighter but I am still amazed by it. I always thought that those people who lost weight and increased their exercise so that they could run marathons and do triathlons and jog 5k's or whatever were exercising so that they could lose more weight... it really never occurred to me that when you loose weight a whole new world of possible activities opens up to you because you are no longer labouring under this weight, it's like shaking off a self-imposed disability.
I always thought that I would never be a runner; that running was so UNGODLY hard that if I ever did become one it would require blood, sweat and tears. I honestly believed that it would be akin to torture and I would be like an Amazon warrior for pushing through what must be Olympian barriers.
Actually... jogging is lovely... my body likes doing it, my lungs are getting used to the new work and my legs are kinda saying 'alright there Katie, this is a bit different'. I think basically my body is saying thank you. It is so relieved that it doesn't have to carry around that 50lbs that it is pulling out all the stops to make jogging fun. All I can say is 'Thank you body, you and me... hey we're a team again!'
This evening I went jogging after work with the same friend from my previous jogging escapade... it was a very different experience. :D
I am very good at spending the cash and thinking it will act as an incentive to work wonders.. to exercise, to diet, to write more, to learn a new language... whatever! This time I put the HORSE before the CART, so to speak. I am thrilled.
How did this journey to jogging begin?? Well, way back on a freezing evening last summer I went jogging with a girl I work with. We were both keen on the idea of exercising and loosing a bit of weight but basically of transforming ourselves into the kind of people who actually go jogging. I unearthed my sports bra and exercise gear, bought and used in my more athletic incarnation circa 2005. All kitted out and feeling good.
Everything was going well until we actually started jogging... my boobs were flying everywhere as I ran and I actually had to put them back into the bra a few times. My leggings were a really AWFUL choice for jogging in because the waistband kept being jiggled to below my flabby tummy. I felt so uncomfortable... and that was before the exercise really kicked in. Despite the challenges we actually pushed ourselves fairly hard for two lazy newbies and when we finished we felt great and swore blind that we would be back again to jog in one day's time. I am sure you saw this coming but... we never went again.
After last summer I had reached my ultimate heavy weight of 209 lbs. I was really unhappy, to be honest I was depressed. I had to drop out of college for the second time. My job was fine and my hours were okay but life wasn't really good or bad... to be honest it was an existence. I never went out and when I did I hid when it was photo time. It had happened too many times that I thought I looked really nice and then I would see a photo and instead of me all I could see was a miserable, heavy girl... nothing else about that girl was striking apart from her size. I felt like the fat I was carrying was a big sign saying 'I am not happy'. I was never a funny, happy fat girl. I just don't have that kind of personality. Don't get me wrong I am a happy person and my friends know my quirky sense of humour but being an extrovert requires some serious effort and when I was 209lbs i just didn't see the point.
In November my mum had had enough of me moping around the house and she put me on a diet. It has actually been really good and I have lost 50lbs in around 15weeks. I am super chuffed.
HERE IS THE KICKER>>> I tried jogging again... same sports bra, new shorts IRISH size 12 (not size16 like during the summer)... this time I LOVE IT. It is so bloody obvious that jogging must be easier when you are 50lbs lighter but I am still amazed by it. I always thought that those people who lost weight and increased their exercise so that they could run marathons and do triathlons and jog 5k's or whatever were exercising so that they could lose more weight... it really never occurred to me that when you loose weight a whole new world of possible activities opens up to you because you are no longer labouring under this weight, it's like shaking off a self-imposed disability.
I always thought that I would never be a runner; that running was so UNGODLY hard that if I ever did become one it would require blood, sweat and tears. I honestly believed that it would be akin to torture and I would be like an Amazon warrior for pushing through what must be Olympian barriers.
Actually... jogging is lovely... my body likes doing it, my lungs are getting used to the new work and my legs are kinda saying 'alright there Katie, this is a bit different'. I think basically my body is saying thank you. It is so relieved that it doesn't have to carry around that 50lbs that it is pulling out all the stops to make jogging fun. All I can say is 'Thank you body, you and me... hey we're a team again!'
This evening I went jogging after work with the same friend from my previous jogging escapade... it was a very different experience. :D
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