Operation Skinny Cow was born after a few of us in Blogland decided it might be nice to lose some weight and/or get a bit fitter. We decided it would be even nicer if we encouraged each other along the way.
You can read about how it started in this post.
If you want to be part of the fun and add your own posts to this blog then send an e-mail to Emily Sue at firstname.lastname@example.org and she'll set you up as an author.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Difference: 800g loss
Running total: 7.9kg
That means I've lost 10% of my starting weight! Woo hoo!!! I got a key ring (and applause) at my Weight Watchers meeting this morning. I'm stoked. And having bacon and eggs to celebrate. :D
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Running total: 7.1kg
Frustration level: Pretty bloody high.
I don't know what else I can do that I'm not already doing, except perhaps live on salads (and nothing else) and exercise for two hours every day. If I don't lose weight next week it may well come to that.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I have been pleased to see that even after a three week break from exercising I haven't lost too much fitness. Although I'm not as fit as I was a month ago, I am noticably more fit than I was SIX months ago. And that's a very good thing indeed.
I am so close to my 10% weight loss goal (ie, losing 10% of my starting weight) that I can almost taste it. I am trying really hard to get there this week, but I won't be devastated if I don't. I'll get there eventually.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Last week: 77.1kg
This week: 76.0kg This is my first goal! Yippeee!
Change: 1.1kg LOSS
Total Loss: 5.0kg
Last week: 95cm
This week: 93cm
Change: 2cm LOSS
Total Loss: 6cm
So I'm pretty darn impressed!
It brings me to reflect on the fact that I'm technically back to the weight I was when I first started all this. It is a tad depressing, but I know I'm not really where I was at the beginning.
In 2008 when I was 76kg I was working up to being able to row for 25 mins. I could do just under 600 strokes in that time and got excited when I got over 30 strokes per minute.
I can now row for 40mins. I'm peaking at about 1500 strokes on a good day, and I get sad if my fast five minutes aren't averaging over 40 strokes per minute.
Therefore I am more fit than I was.
Therefore there are many parts of Jen that are not as far around than they were.
So I'm not really back to the beginning at all!!!
Now to work out what my reward should be... I really haven't thought my rewards through for this process yet. Maybe I should give myself a gift voucher towards my proposed overseas archeological expedition for next year.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Yeah. It's been a little too long, apparently. I did 30 minutes tonight - about half walking and half jogging. Definitely a lot harder than it used to be. I stretched afterwards but I'm feeling it in my legs right now.
I'm also trying to get back in the habit of getting up at 5.30am to exercise. I was doing really well for a while there and then... I wasn't. At the moment I seem to be great at setting my alarm and then getting up when it goes off to reset it for a more human hour. Well, it's a start. ;)
Saturday, January 8, 2011
(1) I have new scales! Real Weight Watchers ones, with the bonus of telling the correct weight. They also have many other functions like muscle mass and some measurement of fat, but I am not all that convinced on the science behind these measures, so I am more likely to use plain old weight along with roominess of clothes to track any progress I make, if indeed I do.
- Current weight: averaging about 67kg.
- Weight after Joseph: 64kg on a good day.
- Total loss: Negative 3 kg. Way to go.
- Goal 1: Don't go over 67kg
- Goal 2: 64kg
- Goal 3: 60kg
(2) I still don't believe it is possible to actually lose weight. I couldn't gain it when I was skinny, and I can't lose it when I'm not. I eat okay and I tear around all day long being incredibly active, but I still have a huge barrelous tummy. I made the word 'barrelous' up. I truly, deep down, have no actual belief that I will ever decrease the fat on my tummy or the looseness and flabbiness after having children. I don't believe it. Just so you know. It will be no use if you try to convince me otherwise, I will need to see some actual evidence that it is possible before I trust in something so outlandish.
(3) I used to look damn awesome. I was a C-cup with a nice waist and skinny arms and legs. As Hippomanic Jen can attest, this was in the days of shocking, awful, ghastly panic attacks which would last for about three weeks at a time, causing me to throw up, have diarrhoea and have absolutely no appetite at all for days on end. I knew during this time that I had an awesome figure but the level of existential dread that covered my entire life precluded me from enjoying it in any form. I said in those days, and I meant it with every fibre of my being, that I would rather be fat and happy. If you'd lived through the panic attacks I'd lived through, you'd totally understand. Anyway, here I am: fat and happy. (Slightly fat and very happy.) I feel it would be selfish of me now to want to be thin and happy. I feel I can attempt it if I want to, but I have no right to be upset at my fatness.
(4) I am upset at my fatness. I look awful. Well, maybe not that bad. But I hate the way I look.
(5) I ate well (if a little much on one day) over Christmas, but I had an awful fat moment that destroyed me inside. My sister was looking particularly willowy in a long clingy skinny dress (she is still in the land of panic attacks, wouldn't you know it) and I complimented her on how good she looked. She accepted the compliment and then did something that only she could do. She pointedly snatched the Jatz & dip away from me and plonked a plate of cut apple and orange down in front of me. It was done with an air of significance. A few things:
(a)(a) to celebrate my 6 weeks without dip, I made the dip for Christmas with roasted beetroot from my own garden, roasted garlic and low-fat Greek yoghurt,
(b)(b) It was CHRISTMAS DAY dammit!
And because of my fatness I feel I have no right to complain about this, to splurge on Christmas Day, or to do anything apart from eat the darn apple.
(6) I have been worried about the tightness of a particular pair of 3/4 jeans. Surely, I reason, I fit into my Size 12s okay and my Size 14s are a little too loose so that's okay, but why are these particular jeans so desperate to cut me in half when I bend over? Were they always this tight? I checked the size. 10. Rock on. Not worried about that one anymore.
(7) I got heaps of exercise in the surf on our holiday. It felt awesome. I am always quite active, but rarely get to the puffing, raised-heart-rate stage which is what I need. Today the weather is nice enough to take the dawg for a walk. If we come across an unleashed dog in our travels, I also get the exercise benefit of lifting the entire border collie off the ground and holding her over my head so she doesn't kill the other dog. I am sure that burns a few extra calories every time I do it.
And that is all.
Last time: 69.7kg
Difference: 200g gain
Running total: 7.1kg loss
I'm actually pretty stoked with that. Given the last three weeks, it could have been a LOT worse. The woman who weighed me said, "Hey, congratulations! You only gained 200g - that's excellent!" I presume from that, and from the conversations I had with people at the meeting, that many of us put on weight over Christmas. There were also about 12 new members who joined today... I'm guessing there were some New Year's Resolutions. :)
Onward and upward....
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011