12 September 2011 – the small issue of coffee

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Today I started with the pump it up beach body workout for 30 mins. It’s a tough old workout and I certainly needed a shower afterwards. I had my normal weekday muesli, fromage frais, fresh orange juice cocoa combo for breakfast. Sadly the walk to work didn’t happen because of the gales and rain and Commando gave me a lift it. I did manage to get a bit of walking in at lunchtime though with my backpack. Continue reading

13 May 2010 – struggling to get back on the wagon

At least I was moving faster than the people in the cars

At least I was moving faster than the people in the cars

For all my big talk about learning lessons from the weight gain I’m finding it hard to get back to sensible eating after my week away. It’s as if a taste of forbidden fruit (or in this case chocolate) has wiped out all I’ve learned. Back in the canteen I can’t resist the lattes, worse still I can’t seem to walk past the chocolate bars either. I’ve had one every single day even though each morning I tell myself I won’t. At this rate there’s going to be a gain rather than a loss when I next weigh in. Continue reading

30 March 2010 – three wheels on my diet wagon

Three wheels on my diet waggon?

Three wheels on my diet wagon?

Right back on the wagon today! No crap food, no chocolate, just two skinny lattes (yes I know but a girl has to have coffee to get through the day at the Mad House). Back on the Pump It Up first thing in the morning and the walk to work. This weight has to come off before Turkey and time is running out! Continue reading

17 January 2010 – the Big Push for Turkey continues

Designed to drive me nuts?

Designed to drive me nuts?

The weekend goes way too fast, even with three days of it. Still, I’ve managed a whole week of the big push for Turkey without a single slip up, unless you count the fence breaking on the ice the other day. Every single day I’ve done Wi Fit and Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I did the Pump it Up warm up too. Actually, I think I’m improving on that slightly. Occasionally I manage to move in the same direction as all the skinny girls on the DVD and, on Thursday, I didn’t feel like I was about to have a heart attack at the end of the ten minutes although my thighs felt like they were going to spontaneously combust during the squat pumps. I still can’t get through all those squat pumps without stopping either but even the dancers look like they’re struggling, one of the ones at the back almost gives up and they’re professional dancers. Maybe if I can actually master it I might move on to the twenty-minute dance workout. They call it an easy work out but, seeing as the warm up nearly kills me, I’m not so sure about that. Goodness knows what the high-energy section will be like, I’m too scared to even watch it. It is fun though, in a twisted kind of way. Continue reading

8 November 2009 – prague would be better if it didn’t have so many cobbles

Tančící dům, the Dancing House

Tančící dům, the Dancing House

The plan for this morning was the river, the famous bridge and, maybe, the castle. We set off into the cold and cobbles again but this time walking in the opposite direction towards the water. The nearer we got to the river the colder it seemed to get and I pulled my hat down and my scarf up so all you could see of me was a pair of eyes peering out and puffs of white breath. Continue reading

7 November 2009 – Wenceslas Square and getting ripped off

Wenceslas square

Wenceslas square

Saturday 7 November

The bed situation was a bit of a pain. Yes it was very comfortable but Commando’s habit of sleeping nearest the door (I think it’s some kind of primeval protecting the cave thing) meant I had to more or less climb over him when I wanted the loo in the middle of the night. Breakfast was down the grandly winding stairs in a basement dining room. Like all the rooms it was long and thin but with a low arched ceiling. The furniture was all dark wood, more sideboards and fancy chairs with tapestry seats and backs, very eighteen century. There was even a beautiful old wooden globe on a stand and candelabras on the sideboards. Continue reading

2 November 2009 – meeting the team

Feeling lost and lonely

Feeling lost and lonely

You’d think at forty nine going on fifty I’d be too old for new girl nerves. Turns out I’m not. Today was my first full day with my new team and I was in such a tiz over this I forgot about my weigh in. Probably for the best because I’m pretty sure the scales didn’t have any good news for me anyway. Continue reading

26 October 2009 – meeting the new team

Feeling like sysiphus

Feeling like sisyphus

After a weekend spent mainly sitting on the sofa in front of the tv trying hard to keep my eyes open, broken up only with the odd trip to the loo, lots of coffee (hence the trips to the loo) and some very half hearted cooking it was no surprise that this morning’s weigh in revealed no weight loss. Actually it was a surprise, mainly because I somehow managed to scrape together a stayed the same rather than the expected gain. Continue reading

12 October 2009 – all about colours

All about colours

All about colours

Oh dear, weigh in this morning and I’ve gained a pound. Must be all those lattes and maybe the lack of exercise. Working with Mac I was walking to the office and back every day, about a mile each way and half of that is up hill. I need to cut the lattes and somehow I need to fit in some exercise somewhere. If only I wasn’t so tired at the end of the day. Continue reading

8 October 2009 – walking through the war zone to work

Not the safest walk to work

Not the safest walk to work

On my walk from the bus stop to the office this morning there was a woman collapsed on the pavement by the shops. At first I thought she was ill and I actually walked up to her to see if I could help before I saw the three empty Special Brew cans and smelt the alcohol fumes. She wasn’t ill, she was dead drunk at eight thirty in the morning! Really I should have guessed, the walk from the bus to to office is a little like walking through a war zone, drunks, beggars, odd looking people muttering to themselves. It feels like it’s only a matter of time before I get mugged. Continue reading