I managed to eat my way through 64 points yesterday (my daily allowance is 26). I held it together through lunch (apart from the birthday cake of course), but bubbles with dinner seemed like a necessity and then the Chinese restaurant happened. I don’t feel bad though. I savoured every bite of my prawn gyoza and fillet beef with ginger and spring onion and will just have to suck it up (and suck it in) for next week’s weigh-in.
My little work gang have started a lunch club where we take it in turns to cook a meal for everyone. I kicked off with a summer ratatouille and then we moved on to Mexican rice burritos and chicken ramen noodle salad. I wasn’t sure how it would pan out but it’s turned out to be a really exciting part of the day. Seeing your team mate arrive at work, staggering under the weight of tupperware boxes crammed with yummy treats and fresh salad is enough to get your mouth watering. It also means I don’t have to make my lunch every day, and I get to save money and try lots of new recipes. Yay!
I was a very lucky lady and got a Fitbit Charge HR for my birthday. It’s astonishing to see how many (and sometimes how few) steps I do each day. Most mornings I walk the dog at 6.30am, so a good chunk of my steps are finished before I get to work. I’ve set up some targets but haven’t managed a fully green day yet. It even connects to my Weight Watchers app so I can see how many activity points I manage to earn in a week (not many it seems to far…). I wanted to spend a week setting my baseline so I can see where I need to make more effort. It may not be an exact science but it’s been interesting to see roughly how far I’m walking each day (and how bad my sleep quality tends to be). I’m signed up to a weekend warrior challenge this weekend, and I’m hoping our little trip to the Welsh countryside will earn me some serious steps. We’re staying in a traditional gypsy caravan which has a hot tub and no wifi, so I’m looking forward to stepping away from my phone and the usual social media and bingo traps that usually keep me busy all weekend.
I always used to feel like I should have exercise goals, like running a 10k or completing a triathlon. Recently though I’ve come to realise that I simply need to focus on finding a routine in which I exercise regularly. Maybe three times a week. On Wednesday this week I woke up at 6am and instead of reaching for my grubby old dog walking jeans, I plumped for my running tights and went for a little jog with Stanley. As I huffed and puffed along beside the river (with him bounding ahead), it felt good to be getting my heartrate up and clocking a little more mileage (when I say mileage I mean, like 1 mile…). When I reached the end and stopped to get my breath back, Stanley just stopped and stared at me as if to say ‘and…?’ It may not be much but it would be nice to make this a regular occurrence in my weekly routine.
I'm looking forward to my weekend in the Welsh countryside, and hope that a good night's sleep under the stars will leave me feeling refreshed and ready to take on next week with a bang! Have a lovely weekend!