Running and stuff

I haven't been running for WEEKS.

Melinda, the utter fit bitch that she is, is running the Budapest half marathon soon. Please donate some cash for Diabetes UK here. She's aiming for £1500, so please give generously, alright.

By popular demand...

I'm back, dear reader - jake.
OK, you want a to know what's happened right?

Well. I'm back on Atkins. Surprise Surprise. I tried on GL, I really did. I think it's a great diet to maintain your weight at, but to lose not a chance. I lost a total of 5 pounds in three weeks on it. I mean, a hearty dump can shift that 'weight'. I ain't got time to be fat any longer!

So anyway, as I said, back to the blog, and back on Atkins. Day 2. Eating lots of salmon, and avoiding omlettes like the plague. The key to cracking it, is to always have variety, and think out side of the 'Breakfast box'. I've started eating salads in the morning, cos the thought of a three egg omlette with two cheeses, sausages and tomatoes makes me want to puke. Shame, really, cos it is delicious.

I really want a bit of chocolate, so I'm thinking of schlepping it to Boots to get some of the diabetic stuff, although I know how much pain I'll be in later. Is it worth it - probably.

58 in 29 (weeks that is)

So this is the new plan. I'm going to take it slow - running gently three times a week, following the principles of the GL diet, which is just sensible eating.

I still have the same weight to lose (bar the 3 pounds I didn't put back on) but I'm giving myself until December 2nd 2007 (My 26th birthday) to do it. It's definately a more managble task.

I will post weigh ins once a week, and maybe some pictures and things. I probably wont bang on about diets the whole time, I bore myself with diet chatter, believe me.

OK, that's enough posts for today, methinks. I do actually have work to do.

The turning point #3

I've decided I want to run, and then I discovered the Nike + system. This is awesome - a sensor in your shoe talks to your ipod nano and tells you how far you've run, how fast and how many calories you have burnt. I love it, love it, love it so much. I brought it all yesterday, and so far have walked 0.5 miles (big whoop), but I will be running 30 mins in 8 weeks, according to Runner's World. I'm so freaking excited, getting so damp over running shoes, its not even funny. I will be uploading my workout results to the site, so I'll keep you posted.

Also the man in the shop was a legend, he didn't make me feel like an flabby freak, or force expensive shoes and accessories down my impressionable throat. He did, however, have a close look at my (bare and smelly) feet which was necessary, but uncomfortable. That sort of shit probably turns him on, who knows?

The turning point #2

It was another of those god-awful Let's Be A Size 0 programmes (on Channel 4 too, they should be ashamed). Instead of being insanely jealous of the super thin specimens, I was just struck by how lame the whole situation is. Just eat, mate. One of the journalists, Kate Spicer even 'developed' an ED. This, supposedly from a intelligent woman in her late 30s. I mean grow up, chick. Why put yourself on a something that would do that to you, but more importanly, where is all your damn common sense.

I just thought, damn, some women are so lame, no wonder (some) men think we're neurotic fucking idiots with nothing but food on the brain - whether were thinking about eating, or trying not to eat at all. I had a bit of an out of body experience, and decided I was above the whole thing.

The turning point #1

Two reasons for the change: One is my mate LF (opposite).

She's an inspiration - she's never been on any drastic diet, this year she decided to lay off the beers, and lost a stone in a month. This is her last week in a size 12. A size 12! She looks amazing. If I didn't love her, I'd call her a cunt (to her face as well). Joking - she is the best.

Coming to my senses...

I had a bit of a 'St Paul on the road to Damascus' moment the other week. Two words.

Fuck Diets.

OK, so that's not strictly true, a healthy diet is what I am aiming for, but no more of this extreme, 'one-sausage-a-day-to-induce-starvation-mode' bullshit. Just moderation and excersise.

The normal readers out there will think, duh, of course that's what you have to do, but for someone who's has had a borderline ED for most of her life (I blame NYC Aug 1990 - I developed an addiction to McDonalds, that's been hard to [milk]shake off, and if I said I was fully cured, I would be lying. Hell, I'm on first name terms with the Balham branch) this has come as a bit of a revelation, and I'm feeling a bit smug.