On Sunday after I hit the 20 kilos (44 pounds) mark, I celebrated by:

• Drinking wine
• Eating a cheat meal (Ok maybe 2 cheat meals)
• Eating potato chips.

I know you are not meant to reward yourself with food but I wanted a treat so I had one (well, a few). I still want wine and potato chips to be in my life, just not to the extent they were before. 

But the party is over now and good nutrition and fitness activities will resume from today.

I am a third of the way to my goal. I am really looking forward to losing the next 20. Not just the end result, but the working out, the eating well and feeling awesome and in control.

Weighed in yesterday at 104.1. So I have lost exactly 20 kilos now. Finally!

It took so long, but I am so happy! I am a third of the way there.

Still so long to go but feeling confident that I can do it. I have set myself up well. My meals are getting healthier all the time, I have the gym set up and I am really enjoying running.

On top of that, the weather has been so awesome and should only get better from here, so I will be doing a bit of swimming too.

I got back on the trampoline yesterday. This time during daylight hours. It was awesome. I had so much fun. Avah is so excited that I get on there with her. (It is all fun and games until someone  accidentally gets head butted) 

Great Expectations

July 2012

David was going great on his journey. He was running a few times a week, working out in the gym consistently and eating well. He was looking and feeling good (I know this because I felt him, and he felt good. ;o)

He was loving his progress so much that he thought if he did more he would look and feel even better.

One night, after an awesome workout when he was feeling particularly high from endorphins (or maybe crack, I’m not sure) he sat himself down and drew up this monster schedule for his gym workouts. He wanted to work out every night for 1-2 hours.

I told him he was crazy. He works long hours and has to get up very early, so his day would be too full. But he was determined.

So he created this big schedule and then…..

Nothing.

He did nothing.

On the first night he could not workout because, for some reason, by the time he was getting around to it it was too late. The next night, the same thing happened.

So, he gave up because felt like he had failed. (I have done this a million times before too)

Did he fail? No, of course not. He had already come so far. But the expecations and pressure he put on himself were unrealistic. And while it would have been great to do it, to stick to his plan, life got in the way and it was just not going to be possible to do it all the time.

October 2012

Now it is a few months later. He is eating shit and not working out. He thinks working out and eating well is too hard. He can’t see that what he had been doing before was fine, he was getting fitter and faster and seeing great results.

I think he is perfect how he is. In my eyes, he is a big fucking hunk.  But I know how happy he is when he is working out and feeling fit, just like I am at the moment.

So I want him to get back into it.

BUT - I find it hard enough to motivate myself, I don’t know how I am going to motivate him as well, but I want to. 

I am thinking he needs a goal to look forward to.

He has always wanted to do a run, like a 5 or 10k so I am thinking of signing him up for some kind of race behind his back. Is this naughty? Maybe, but I think I am going to do it anyway. 

Adventure Workout: FAIL

Earlier this week, I read a post by shortmom that inspired me. She had a blast jumping on her son’s trampoline, and to me, it sounded like it was a great  (fun) workout.

So last night I put on my HRM and headed outside to jump on Avah’s tramp. 

Climbing on the farking thing was a workout in itself but I managed to get on without any injuries. So far, so good.

Once up there I kind of freaked out about how high up I was. Being so short, I am much used to seeing things at ground level, like an ant’s view of the world. And then I was terrified that the material was going to rip and I would fall through to the ground. And what if I started jumping around and bounced right off the fucking thing?

I convinced myself that this was the worst idea I had ever had and freaked out and just laid in the middle of it like a starfish.

To add to the terror, Avah climbed on and started bouncing and jumping all around me. She started yelling and laughing at me telling me to get up and then she said: “Oh you are heavy.” and I was like “WHAT????” and she goes “I didn’t say that. I said look at the moon!”.

I could not stop laughing and I had no idea how I was going to get off the thing, so I just maintained the starfish position until David came to rescue me.

I am debating whether to try again today. If I get some courage, I’ll have a crack at it.

My Mum and Dad had to go to a meeting today and, because the teachers are on strike here today, they had to leave the kids with me. So I had five out of seven of their kids here as well as Avah. 

Six kids.

And me.

I did not do my run today. Maybe tonight. That is if I have not opened and demolished a bottle of wine or two by then. These kids are driving me nuts. I don’t know how my parents do it.

Spent last night cooking up some healthy shit. Veggie patties, fruit salad and chicken, veggies and brown rice. So I am all set for the next few days.

Here was tonight’s deliciousness:

My home gym, which is called The Cahill’s Sexy Fitness Centre, is getting quite a few members. There are six of us who use it now. Membership is free but you must be really, really, really ridiculously good looking to join up.

Am off now to pump some iron..lol..jokes…I am just going to dance and bust some moves while the others workout. I already worked out today, don’t want get obsessive or anything.

So I ran for 20 minutes. Without stopping. I DID IT. Wooohoo!

Was so, so happy when I finished.

I took on board all of the advice and support that you guys left for me and just went for it. No fear. No doubts. Just thought I would try my best.

I did not look at the time for as long as I could stand it. I thought I had been going for about 8 minutes and when I looked I was already over 12 minutes. I started fist pumping and yelling out “Yahoooo…..”, because I knew that I had it then. (The time after that went really fucking slow though lol)

The most exciting thing is that I am not worried about doing the 30 minutes now. I know can do it.

So when can you officially call yourself a runner?

I have always wanted to casually say “I am off for a run”. Up until now I have been saying “I am going for a run/walk.”

But today, I ran. Without stopping. For 20 minutes.

And I can say with certainty that if I did not have you guys supporting and inspiring me, I would still be sitting on the couch short of breath, tired and wondering how long my body was going to be able to keep going under such pressure before it just gave up on me.

So, seriously, thank you all so much.

 I STILL have not done day 3 of week 5 in the C25K. I have been working out but I keep putting off this run. I have convinced myself that I won’t be able to do it.

The last one I did involved 2 blocks of 8 minutes and I did them. It just seems like such a big jump to 20 minutes.

Going to have to work a bit harder on my mental strength.

So I went to my niece’s birthday today. She turned one. You know how parties for one year old kids can kind of get wild…yeah well I had a bit of alcohol and could be a bit drunk now.

Meet Jayde, Renee and Ashlea. Three of the lovely people I will be going on the cruise with in March.

We are all planning to be in much better shape by then. (They are all damn sexy now but will be even more amazing soon) I usually do workouts with Jayde through the week and with Renee on weekends. Ash is a bit busier these days (what with all the clubbing she does) so I don’t work out with her so much but we update each other with our progress through the week.

Today Renee and I are going to have some lunch out in the sun with my sexy hubby and Avah. Then this afternoon I will be going for a run. Really looking forward to it (call me crazy). Then tonight we are off to the movies.

Excellent.

If you look closely you can see snow on the mountain. Snow. In October. Surely this is the LONGEST winter ever in Australian history.

I WANT TO SWIM, GOD DAMN IT! And frolic in the ocean (with sunscreen on of course)

This weather is making me want to have a nap. Or drink red wine. I Just want to lay in front of the fire with a glass of red and then nap and snore.

But no, there are workouts to be done and healthy food to eat. I’ve got a fat ass to get rid of.

We are booked to go on another cruise!!! Yay!

It is in March next year and is for 10 nights in the Pacific Islands. There are about 15 of us going so it will be sooo much fun.

And best of all, I am going to be much leaner and fitter than I was on the last one in June. 

So I better pull my finger out and get cracking.

Week 5/Day 2 of C25K. The running blocks were 8 minutes x 2. The first interval was great, was in a groove and felt good. The second one was a bit more of a mental struggle. 

Pretty happy that I did it because we went to my nephew’s 30th Birthday party last night and I drank a bit of wine. (Had the best night) Luckily I woke up feeling fine and I am so happy to have it out of the way. 

My sister is over from Adelaide. She goes back tomorrow night so I am pretty excited to be spending a few days with her. We are going to Mum and Dad’s for tea and I am pretty sure we will be eating evil things. I have a fridge full of healthy food to cook tomorrow though so tonight should be the only splurge this week.

One of my other nephews Leigh, is a personal trainer and he told me last night that he and his wife and kids are moving near us. Yay! It is going to be great to have them nice and close but also having my very own personal trainer here. I did a session with him ages ago but I am much fitter now so I am looking forward to getting my arse kicked.

I can’t believe I just said that. Fuck, I feel like a different person. It is awesome.

Everyone else on my dashboard: Freaking out and worrying about running 42k marathons this weekend.

Me: Freaking out and worrying because this week I have to do Week 5 of the C25K. I have to run for 20 whole minutes. lol

It is going to feel like a marathon to me.

Good luck to everyone, whatever your challenges are this week.

Weighed in yesterday but forgot to post about it.

104.9 Kilos (230.78 pounds) so I reached my target loss of 1.5 kilos (3.3 pounds)

Wooo to the whoooooo! Right on!

• Getting so inspired by all the running people are doing on my dashboard. So excited for everyone going to Chicago this weekend. and a little jealous.
• I had white pasta today for lunch. The first time in ages. I used to have it a fair bit, but today I just could not stomach it. Yukkkkk.
• It is my brother’s birthday today so we are off to Mum and Dad’s for a BBQ tonight. In the old days I would be drinking wine for sure, but not anymore. It is lucky that I don’t need alcohol to have a good time, it helps that I am naturally very hilarious (and really, really, really, really ridiculously good looking)
• Just about to do a run. C25K Week 5.
• That is all.