Plateau #1 - I know there will be many more. But it's how I will get through them that will make me this time.
So I do that faux pa of weighing myself daily, same time everyday. So maybe this isn't a plateau. But let's just say it is a long weekend plateau. Because over the whole long weekend the scales haven't budged (though it is a DEFINITE positive that the numbers didn't go up).
I have to say, I stood on the scales 10 times this morning, just hoping the next weigh maybe 50..100g lighter?
But it's not all to do with numbers is it? After all, it feels great to wear a pair of shorts comfortably that made me feel like a rolled pork roast only a few weeks ago. Tops are looser and I walk around with a energy and a purpose now. No longer do I dawdle around like I'm 36 weeks pregnant.
That I have achieved on my own in the last few weeks, so how much better am I going to get when 12wbt starts in February?
I just have to focus on the positives and stick to it. I will get through it :)
This Mornings Stats:
Exercise: Walking/Jogging (yes I am jogging more and more now. Still short stints, but more often)
Time: 65mins
Distance: 6.62km
Climbed: 26m
Avg Spd: 6.12 km/hr
Avg Heart Rate: 142bpm
Calories: 557
Where I'm hurting: Yesterday I did a kick boxing dvd and im feeling it in my inner thighs (probably from all the side kicks)!
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Monday, 28 January 2013
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Making the Commitment
In the evening of 6th January 2013, I went to Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation site and signed up. My heart definitely jumped into my throat, I was forking out money to make this happen. So it was an anxious moment.
During work the next day, I signed up for a 7 day free trial at my local gym. Stopped by after work to get my key and after dinner I went straight back in. I was only going to hang around for 30 mins.
I stayed for a little longer as I actually found it quite "nice".
When I went to sign in earlier, I saw someone pedaling away on a bike, so I thought Ill go with that as I always complained about how my feet hurt when I ran and my knees hurt (excuses!).
So, tried 15 mins on the bike, then jumped onto a treadmill. OMG my calves and shins were on fire! How have I gone through the last few years of my life and have lost the ability to walk at a decent walking pace without being in pain!
But I just kept telling myself "JFDI" (Just Focus and Do It.. or if you're being all bad ass on urself Just F****n Do It!)
15 mins past... bumped up the timer 2 more times... till I realised I told hubby I would be home by now.
The rest of that week, I would rush home from work and go to the gym for an hour from 4:30-5:30pm before picking up the boys.
Excuses started to pop in my head again. This time is inconvenient for the boys. The evenings are so rushed. I'm missing out on time with them. So Thursday after my workout I handed back my free trial and signed up for the year!
First Week I went to the gym 5 days :) And I was starting to feel guilty on the 2 days I didn't go.
Next Monday, I switched it up. The excuses were NOT going to conquer me. After all I used to get up at 3:40am to commute to Sydney, why can't I just wake up earlier and get the gym out of the way before everyone else woke up?
So for 2 weeks now Mon-Sat I have been getting to the gym by 5:30am.
I never thought of myself as ever running again. I always complained about aches in my arches. But I did have some decent shoes I never had used to their full potential (a purchase from an earlier fitness phase I didn't follow through on). So 3 weeks in and I have started jogging on and off on the treadmill now and I can feel my fitness is improving. I can't wait to see what the following weeks hold.
So where has all this blogging and wanting to express myself coming from? Well this weeks challenge in 12wbt was to say it out loud.
I am notorious for not following through on things I started. I give up to easily. So I thought, maybe because I haven't really made myself accountable for what I am doing. I like showing people what I can achieve. So last night (25th Jan 2013) I made a list of friends on facebook that knew me over my years, who were non judgemental, who have inspired me, who have been there fore me, who have just known me and called them my 12wbt brag group. So when I want to share something about my weightloss, I can share my status straight to them. Quick and easy.
This is what I wrote:
"Sooo.. everyone I have selected to see this status... I am making a commitment to those selected. All of you I've crossed paths in different stages in life...
You have seen me at my fittest and at my frumpiest, seen me through school, my work life and through kids... and I will admit there is no surprise I have had issues with my weight all my life!
As some of you already know I have committed myself to tackle head on Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation and my task right now is to "Say it out Loud!"
So hear it goes!
My commitment is to lose 30kg in total!
Wow .. it's out there... very scary and surreal, but a big wake up call to what needs to be done!
Wish me luck!
During work the next day, I signed up for a 7 day free trial at my local gym. Stopped by after work to get my key and after dinner I went straight back in. I was only going to hang around for 30 mins.
I stayed for a little longer as I actually found it quite "nice".
When I went to sign in earlier, I saw someone pedaling away on a bike, so I thought Ill go with that as I always complained about how my feet hurt when I ran and my knees hurt (excuses!).
So, tried 15 mins on the bike, then jumped onto a treadmill. OMG my calves and shins were on fire! How have I gone through the last few years of my life and have lost the ability to walk at a decent walking pace without being in pain!
But I just kept telling myself "JFDI" (Just Focus and Do It.. or if you're being all bad ass on urself Just F****n Do It!)
15 mins past... bumped up the timer 2 more times... till I realised I told hubby I would be home by now.
The rest of that week, I would rush home from work and go to the gym for an hour from 4:30-5:30pm before picking up the boys.
Excuses started to pop in my head again. This time is inconvenient for the boys. The evenings are so rushed. I'm missing out on time with them. So Thursday after my workout I handed back my free trial and signed up for the year!
First Week I went to the gym 5 days :) And I was starting to feel guilty on the 2 days I didn't go.
Next Monday, I switched it up. The excuses were NOT going to conquer me. After all I used to get up at 3:40am to commute to Sydney, why can't I just wake up earlier and get the gym out of the way before everyone else woke up?
So for 2 weeks now Mon-Sat I have been getting to the gym by 5:30am.
I never thought of myself as ever running again. I always complained about aches in my arches. But I did have some decent shoes I never had used to their full potential (a purchase from an earlier fitness phase I didn't follow through on). So 3 weeks in and I have started jogging on and off on the treadmill now and I can feel my fitness is improving. I can't wait to see what the following weeks hold.
So where has all this blogging and wanting to express myself coming from? Well this weeks challenge in 12wbt was to say it out loud.
I am notorious for not following through on things I started. I give up to easily. So I thought, maybe because I haven't really made myself accountable for what I am doing. I like showing people what I can achieve. So last night (25th Jan 2013) I made a list of friends on facebook that knew me over my years, who were non judgemental, who have inspired me, who have been there fore me, who have just known me and called them my 12wbt brag group. So when I want to share something about my weightloss, I can share my status straight to them. Quick and easy.
This is what I wrote:
"Sooo.. everyone I have selected to see this status... I am making a commitment to those selected. All of you I've crossed paths in different stages in life...
You have seen me at my fittest and at my frumpiest, seen me through school, my work life and through kids... and I will admit there is no surprise I have had issues with my weight all my life!
As some of you already know I have committed myself to tackle head on Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation and my task right now is to "Say it out Loud!"
So hear it goes!
My commitment is to lose 30kg in total!
Wow .. it's out there... very scary and surreal, but a big wake up call to what needs to be done!
Wish me luck!
How I Got Here
All my life I have been "bigger"than those my age. Maybe not overweight to begin with, but definitely some time during primary school. You kind of wonder how you get here.
I danced ballet (and jazz and tap on and off) from when I was 4 till I was 14(ish?). I played netball in primary school. I went to tennis training during highschool. Yet I became overweight.
Something I have noticed when my mom looks after my babies (well especially JellyBean). The amount of icecream, juice, chocolate, treats she sneaks into his diet. Yeah he's a skinny kid. But with such focus on kids nutrition it is such an eye opener.
I bring it up on occasion with mom, but she is like "Oh it's only every now and then, he eats lot of good food".
Maybe that is the issue. The idea treats are ok because they get heaps of other good stuff. But the more I think about it, JellyBean knows he gets chocolate and icecream and juice from his grandmother, so is it putting the idea I can eat all this yummy stuff on demand in his head so young? Anyhow that is another issue for another time. But something I have been having stern words with mother about.
So back to it. I was fairly active through school. Though I guess technology got in the way in the later years. The internet came to town, and gaming became interesting. I got my license and could just drive anywhere and look! Drive straight up to take away food! And to top it all off I started working at a fast food restaurant. This was probably the beginning of the next 20kg.
I ended up being a manager and spent 5 years surrounded by convenient food for breakfast lunch and dinner.
When I finally left that life, I ended in an office job and with already being used to the convenience of food, what better way to eat than to eat out!
Somewhere during that time I jumped on the WeightWatchers band wagon online. Once the support ended, so did my motivation. No one to send results to again. Meh why bother. Secondly, no one really knew I was doing it. So it was easy for me to give up. I never made myself accountable for what I was trying to achieve. I kept it to myself, so when I failed, no one would know.
So as I previously mentioned, 2 babies on I've run out of excuses. Late 2012 I blatantly said to myself, "eat what you want, food tastes awesome, its meant to be enjoyed".
I think I just almost hit rock bottom right there....
Rock bottom was seeing that 96.2kg and feeling disgusted with myself.
I danced ballet (and jazz and tap on and off) from when I was 4 till I was 14(ish?). I played netball in primary school. I went to tennis training during highschool. Yet I became overweight.
Something I have noticed when my mom looks after my babies (well especially JellyBean). The amount of icecream, juice, chocolate, treats she sneaks into his diet. Yeah he's a skinny kid. But with such focus on kids nutrition it is such an eye opener.
I bring it up on occasion with mom, but she is like "Oh it's only every now and then, he eats lot of good food".
Maybe that is the issue. The idea treats are ok because they get heaps of other good stuff. But the more I think about it, JellyBean knows he gets chocolate and icecream and juice from his grandmother, so is it putting the idea I can eat all this yummy stuff on demand in his head so young? Anyhow that is another issue for another time. But something I have been having stern words with mother about.
So back to it. I was fairly active through school. Though I guess technology got in the way in the later years. The internet came to town, and gaming became interesting. I got my license and could just drive anywhere and look! Drive straight up to take away food! And to top it all off I started working at a fast food restaurant. This was probably the beginning of the next 20kg.
I ended up being a manager and spent 5 years surrounded by convenient food for breakfast lunch and dinner.
When I finally left that life, I ended in an office job and with already being used to the convenience of food, what better way to eat than to eat out!
Somewhere during that time I jumped on the WeightWatchers band wagon online. Once the support ended, so did my motivation. No one to send results to again. Meh why bother. Secondly, no one really knew I was doing it. So it was easy for me to give up. I never made myself accountable for what I was trying to achieve. I kept it to myself, so when I failed, no one would know.
So as I previously mentioned, 2 babies on I've run out of excuses. Late 2012 I blatantly said to myself, "eat what you want, food tastes awesome, its meant to be enjoyed".
I think I just almost hit rock bottom right there....
Rock bottom was seeing that 96.2kg and feeling disgusted with myself.
Mogz Out Of Excuses!
Hello out there.
Right now I'm feeling a bit anxious about sharing my journey I am about to embark on. But, I guess blogging it, will help make me accountable, hopefully will give me enough information to help me improve on myself as I go and give me something I can reflect on to see how I have become who I will be!
So, to the start of 2013 I was admiring the wonderful work a few of my friends had done on improving themselves, living a healthier life and showing the rewards they reaped! I was in admiration and had toyed with the idea of starting a weightloss journey myself as I really had run out of excuses for being as big as I am. I had umm'd and ahhh'd about Cohen's Weightloss before I fell pregnant both times. I did the research this time and found quite a few not so desirable things about it. Then I read inside and out, the Jenny Craig webpage. How could I not, with Mel B, Dame Edna/Barry Humphries etc being rubbed in my face as I gorged my face while enjoying evening television.
I came across some before and after photos of a few friends that had completed Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation. So again I read, looked around. But I was still undecided on whether I was ready for this. But I was out of excuses.
My Excuses.
- I want another baby, what is the point of losing the weight if I'm gonna be looking and feeling crap again
- I do a 6 hour commute to work 3 days a week. When will I find time to exercise and cook proper meals for myself if I am never home and when I am home I want to spend quality time with my babies.
- Food tastes so good. Why do I have to give that up? I don't care how I look like. I have my family now, I am happy (This was far from the truth - hated trying to find clothes to look decent when going out)
- I'm self conscious. I can't go into the gym. I will be judged
- I can't exercise at home. It's too hard and i get all tired and sweaty
.... the list goes on.. but you get the idea. EVERY EXCUSE UNDER THE SUN...then I ran out.
Sometime on 6th January 2013, after I spent several days of downing 2 packets of nasi goreng noodles for breakfast (amongst other take aways and yummy treats), I thought I would have a sneak peak at what I weighed.
96.2kg
Nargh! Such a big number. I had only weighed this twice before - during both my pregnancies with JellyBean (who's turning 3 in a couple of weeks) and Chubbachups (9mths).
This number really freaked me out. It was on the other side of 95, too close 100kg for my liking. Did I really want to be happy eating the food I enjoyed whenever I wanted, if I'm gonna be hanging out in the triple digits?
I have seen morbidly obese people before, I always said to myself, I will never be that. But really this is where I was heading and it wasn't fair to my boys and my husband if I didn't look after myself because I enjoyed my food. My boys need a mom and hubby and I are a team when we raise our children.
So this is where my journey begins - the realisation I cannot be this person anymore.
Right now I'm feeling a bit anxious about sharing my journey I am about to embark on. But, I guess blogging it, will help make me accountable, hopefully will give me enough information to help me improve on myself as I go and give me something I can reflect on to see how I have become who I will be!
So, to the start of 2013 I was admiring the wonderful work a few of my friends had done on improving themselves, living a healthier life and showing the rewards they reaped! I was in admiration and had toyed with the idea of starting a weightloss journey myself as I really had run out of excuses for being as big as I am. I had umm'd and ahhh'd about Cohen's Weightloss before I fell pregnant both times. I did the research this time and found quite a few not so desirable things about it. Then I read inside and out, the Jenny Craig webpage. How could I not, with Mel B, Dame Edna/Barry Humphries etc being rubbed in my face as I gorged my face while enjoying evening television.
I came across some before and after photos of a few friends that had completed Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation. So again I read, looked around. But I was still undecided on whether I was ready for this. But I was out of excuses.
My Excuses.
- I want another baby, what is the point of losing the weight if I'm gonna be looking and feeling crap again
- I do a 6 hour commute to work 3 days a week. When will I find time to exercise and cook proper meals for myself if I am never home and when I am home I want to spend quality time with my babies.
- Food tastes so good. Why do I have to give that up? I don't care how I look like. I have my family now, I am happy (This was far from the truth - hated trying to find clothes to look decent when going out)
- I'm self conscious. I can't go into the gym. I will be judged
- I can't exercise at home. It's too hard and i get all tired and sweaty
.... the list goes on.. but you get the idea. EVERY EXCUSE UNDER THE SUN...then I ran out.
Sometime on 6th January 2013, after I spent several days of downing 2 packets of nasi goreng noodles for breakfast (amongst other take aways and yummy treats), I thought I would have a sneak peak at what I weighed.
96.2kg
Nargh! Such a big number. I had only weighed this twice before - during both my pregnancies with JellyBean (who's turning 3 in a couple of weeks) and Chubbachups (9mths).
This number really freaked me out. It was on the other side of 95, too close 100kg for my liking. Did I really want to be happy eating the food I enjoyed whenever I wanted, if I'm gonna be hanging out in the triple digits?
I have seen morbidly obese people before, I always said to myself, I will never be that. But really this is where I was heading and it wasn't fair to my boys and my husband if I didn't look after myself because I enjoyed my food. My boys need a mom and hubby and I are a team when we raise our children.
So this is where my journey begins - the realisation I cannot be this person anymore.
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