Things creep up on my. Days, weeks, months, birthdays.
And also kilos. (kilos, centimetres, increase in fat with loss of muscle. All are true!)
Just a few here and there, but enough to mean I’m back into the overweight category, and that dressing to head out on Saturday night became a teary affair, where I realised that most of my going out clothes didn’t fit, or were all lumpy and bumpy in all the ‘wrong’ places.
It’s a mix of not eating right, not exercising enough, getting sick and so not being well enough to exercise. Etc etc.
Basically this means a couple of things.
I have to get more serious about my effort at the gym. That started last night, with Rish kicking my arse with sprints on the oval followed by an upper body weights session at the gym. It all hurts.
I will also have to go back to writing down what I eat. And be honest with it. This also will have the advantage of helping me figure out which foods make me feel like crap, along with helping me identify my snacking ;)
On discussion with my doctor, it appears I don’t have any specific intolerances/coeliac disease etc etc, but, as some of you told me, irritable bowel syndrome. So, writing things down and figuring all that out will surely help me feel better. :)
I’m not one to go on about weight/weight loss. I like food too much, and so the prospect of upping my gym efforts always appeals more than eating less. But so long as I stay healthy, that should stay reasonably easy. I also have always felt weird talking about wanting to lose a few centimetres in oder to feel better in my skin. Oh well, more butt kickings both by Rish and by myself shall help!
ps Where did April go?
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