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Bikini ready

In diet, food, gym, health, Holiday, Italy, Travel on July 29, 2011 at 1:59 pm

Well, it’s finally arrived. My summer holiday’s been booked for six months and this time tomorrow I’ll be basking beside the pool in Tuscany. Blissssssss. The past six weeks have been very tough – a strict eating regime (with a few lapses, I confess), trying to service all of my clients, do the holiday packing and do the 200km a week I told myself I’d do to achieve my goal weight.

And what do you know? I’ve done it – jobs all finished, invoices sent, suitcases packed, suncream bought, and a stone in weight lost – admittedly half my holiday clothes are now too big but I’ve been delighted at the  ‘new clothes buying’ part of it all, there’s a definite thrill to having to put back all the 10s and enjoy slipping into the 8s rather than squeezing into them.

Of course, two weeks of bread, pasta, cheese and oceans of wine will no doubt see the pounds pile back on a damn sight faster than they shifted. I’ve made the provisions – I’ve handed in notice at my gym, much as I loved it, because 25 miles is too far to travel there and back – 40 minutes each way, blus the two-hour workout, is taking its toll – and have signed up to a new one, so that when I get back with the post-holiday blues, I’m set to get right back on track.

I have packed my trainers and some gym gear – I’ve pledged to attempt some running with The Boy while I’m on holiday – but given that he’s in training for his third marathon and I despise running with a passion, I fear it may not end well, and will more likely see me lying on a lilo waiting for him to return from his all-terrain adventure.

Nontheless, it’s been all too long in coming, and I’m looking forward to ditching the scales for a fortnight and concentrating on which cheese to try.

Ciao!

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Time for a Taste of Tuscany

In Holiday, Italy, random thoughts on July 29, 2010 at 9:55 am

It’s that time of year again, my favourite time. The time when I flit between frantic exercising/dieting and staring at my reflection in the mirror going: ‘But why do I look so crap? I am trying so hard!’

Yes, it’s holiday time, and holidays wouldn’t be holidays unless I put myself through the awful pressure of needing/wanting to lose a stone in a fortnight when I know damn well that my body isn’t made to be half a stone slimmer.

It’s not helped by knowing I am going to come home fatter – we’re heading to Tuscany, land of olive oil, pasta, wonderful breads, cheeses, Prosecco and wines…mouth watering already. So even if I do persevere with my no bread no alcohol no sugar no fun diet for the next two weeks, I’m still going to expand like a puffer-fish within two days.

Me in my maxi dress

So in some respects, why bother? My diet is not aided by my recent discoveries of two wonderful Midlands businesses: Kiss Me Cupcakes and Cherry Sprinkes, both of whom create the most exquisite, cost effective and delightful cup-cakes imaginable. I blame both of them for my new addiction.

Delicious mid-morning/afternoon/night snacks courtesy of Kiss Me Cupcakes

I’m hoping to offset the icing with a lot of walking – I want to explore Pisa and Florence as well as spashing around in the pool with my little cousin. I’ve got about 15 days until D(eparture) Day and am on a mission to feel more minnow than whale-like in my bikini.

There’s no room for error or over-packing this time; we’re flying RyanAir, so obviously space is precious and I’ve had to explain to my shoes that I have to travel light and they can’t all come along for the ride. I guess the packing nightmare will be next week’s concern…

Confessions of a Coke addict

In health on February 8, 2010 at 12:05 pm

I read a piece in the Daily Mail today. I don’t know why, I think I do it as some kind of self-flagellation style penance. This one wasn’t berating the unemployed, single mothers, ethnic minorities or indeed working mothers, so it goes without saying that it was telling me that my lifestyle is going to kill me and it will be All My Own fault.

I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life,  don’t eat much red meat, I occasionally over-indulge on the drinking front but other than that it’s very much an ‘in moderation’ pastime. I like cakes and the like, but I only have them as a rule if I go out to dinner, and I generally eat a lot of fruit, veg, chicken and fish. I exercise four times a week, at least, and my BMI is 21.

But apparently I am 87% more likely to contract pancreatic cancer than the next person because I drink fizzy drinks.

According to this study, done in Singapore over a 14 year period, those who drink two cans of fizzy drinks a week are more likely to get the disease than those who don’t. The experts have admitted they’re not positive that it’s definitely as a result of the drinks, so that’s okay, they can’t be accused of scaremongering if they’re not sure. I drink more than two a week – my addiction to Coca Cola goes back a long, long way and my dentist actually hates me (God knows why, he’s a bloody rich man thanks to me) because even though I know, have seen indisputable evidence of the damage that the stuff does to my teeth, and have experienced enough palpitations and sleepless nights to demonstrate beyond measure that Coke is very, very bad for me, it is an addiction and one I cannot kick. I have done liquid detoxes, juice diets and all manner of healthy eating junkets but the one thing I absolutely cannot kick is my Coke habit. I’ve cut down on my intake, and I even go so far as to concede the sugar argument and switch to ‘Bloke Coke’ – Coke Zero with its no sugar content, but kick the habit altogether? Unfortunately, not a chance.

The hope I am clinging to is the fact that if I believed everything I read or heard, I wouldn’t use shampoo, deodorant, talcum powder, drink tap water or fruit juice, and wouldn’t eat anything at all just in case I contracted some form of cancer.

As it stands, I think I’ll stick to my exercise and reasonably healthy eating plan, get checked at the doctors regularly for any signs, and enjoy whatever life I do have, fizzy or not.

No fun diet update

In Uncategorized on March 9, 2009 at 4:33 pm

I’ve not mentioned how I’m getting on with the no carbs, no booze, no fat, no fun diet lately – good reason, I’ve yet to recommence it. I start every day with the best of intentions and then come lunch-time I could gnaw my own arm off so I end up boycotting the stash of soup building up in my desk drawer and going to Greggs/Boots/M&S.

Plus at the weekend I drunk more than I have since the beginning of the year, so technically I’m still eating to soak up the alcohol. Maybe I’ll start afresh tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.