Heading in the Right Direction! (HJ)

I said to Emily Sue earlier this week that I couldn't wait to weigh-in this week because I've rowed every day for 30 minutes. Even when I had to get up before 7am in order to fit it in before work.

And as these things go I felt brilliant after rowing on Thursday and then had to push myself the whole way through Friday. Why aren't the results the same every time? I'm rowing later in the day today, because I didn't feel like getting all hot and sweaty first up this morning.

But the really good thing is that (even with all the muscle-building rowing I did) I lost 800g. That's very nearly close to a whole kilogram.

So, the results stand at 79kg and going down!

Oh, and the good news is that I wasn't being overly careful what I ate.

I weighed. I rowed. (HJ)

The title is heralding the bad news/good news that is my Saturday morning.


I weighed. 79.8kg. Not quite the 80kg that I've been hoping I don't tip over, and I think a little heavier than my last attempt. But I didn't mention numbers last time, and I didn't write it down in my trendy spreadsheet that tracks my weightloss (or lack thereof). So I'm claiming 100g off my last previous recorded weigh-in, even if I think it was actually a 300g increase from memory.

On the good side - after holidays; starting rowing; getting a bad chesty cold that stopped me rowing; going to a church meeting where I essentially ate and sat; and then a food-fest visit from one of my favourite Victorians (although we DID walk - aren't we good?) I am back on the rowing machine.

I have done my 30 mins for three days running now.

I am very proud of that.

Even if for a few days there I couldn't raise my hands above my head without pain.

And of course, that would be making me heavier. All that muscle developing as the fat starts to drop off.

And while I would like to get back into my skinny clothes (I'm stretching my fat clothes at the moment), and I would like to look skinnier, and I would like the numbers on the scales to head in a downwards direction, what I really want is to be able to walk without puffing and feel stronger in body and mind. And that is starting to begin to commence to happen.

So for this week I am content. (as long as I don't contemplate how on earth I managed to put on nearly 12kg without thinking about it - or, more to the point, without doing anything about it)

But I rowed. Peace and Serenity to you all this lovely Saturday morning...