While I don’t completely agree with the idea of a crash diet to be slimmer on your wedding day, compared to any other day, I do understand that looking and feeling your best becomes a bigger priority on such occasions. Photos that you’ll have for ever and all that…
After a fantastic start to the year with my gym month of February, I very quickly slid down the slide of doom back into old habits. I used the excuse of moving house and subsequently cancelling my gym membership for just over six weeks.
Following the six week period of eating and drinking (all the alcohol – even tequila shots were not off limits) everything in sight, and admitting to my recent purchase of a maternity top, I decided it was time to get back on track. Plus, every time I log into ASOS now they show me maternity clothing and it’s goddamn depressing.
It started slow, with Phil even admitting he didn’t think I was going to get back in the zone. But I showed him, and myself. Signing up to my new gym helped get me on track. I also dusted off my MyFitnessPal (MFP) app and started to track my food and exercise so as not to cheat myself and really open my eyes up to those weeks when I think I’m eating super healthy, but am instead scoffing down the odd biscuit here, a bottle of beer there and two mint Magnum’s one afternoon because it was hot. Excuses. We’re basically on a paleo/Whole 30 food plan again, as I find it works best for me – no sluggish feeling. I’m not giving myself “cheat days”, because that’s when I fall off the wagon – it’s more if it’s a special occasion meal, then I can enjoy myself, so long as I’ve been to the gym.
I’m one of those people that loses sight of their goals and plans so quickly. Wave a glass of wine in front of me and all my self-control goes SPRINTING out any window, door or crack within a 100 metres. So I need to keep the focus. I also find that MFP and Instastories keep me accountable. I love sharing. I share too much. Although, so far I’ve only had positive feedback on my sharing! I’ve recently discovered that I can time my gym workout with an episode of Great British Menu, which they show on the telly at the gym. I jump on the treadmill, plug in my earphones and get lost in my food passion.
Last week I bought a maternity top and I’m not pregnant. I repeat, I am not pregnant. This is not an announcement. I’m just fat.Read More
I’ve only gone and signed up to a gym. I know. After my boyfriend picked himself back up off the floor he high-fived me and slapped my ass.