Targets

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One of the ways in which I keep myself motivated is to have loads of mini targets. This is where the geeky part of me kicks in – I do love to do a bit of maths. So I have entered a few things on a google drive spreadsheet and I will tick them off as I (hopefully) reach them.

For example I have targets of ‘5% bodyweight lost’, ‘into the 13’s’ (that’s stones…), ‘into BMI overweight category’, ‘2 stone lost’, etc, etc. It means I’m never that far away from a particular target. I have ticked off four targets so far and the next one I’m aiming for is ‘13.5 stone’. This is a significant target because I specifically remember, about 10 years ago, going to Slimming World feeling MASSIVE and this is what I weighed. I was horrified at how fat I’d become. Well, here we are, several years on and I’m aiming for that weight and will be well chuffed when I get there.

It is quite horrible how the weight creeps on, and when you’re as scales-phobic as me, and you love food and eating out, it’s so easily done. I convince myself that as I don’t eat junk that I’m eating healthily, whereas the truth is cheese, bread and wine still have calories in them and I consume (used to consume) far too much of them.

I had a fabulous walk round Loe Pool with my friend Eve this morning. The sky was glowering but the rain managed to hold off. We passed fields of golden daffodils, a hint belied by the weather that Spring is on its way.  I am starting to wonder what I did before I made walking such a priority. How did I keep myself sane? Although I have always been a walker I have never been disciplined about it and would often go days without walking much. Doing it every day has made so much difference to my mood, sleeping, fitness. I am a complete convert.

Yesterday for breakfast I had 2 poached eggs on rye toast, chicken with chickpeas, feta and red peppers etc for lunch (leftovers from the night before, a BBC Good Food recipe), and for dinner I had steak and tomatoes with parmesan, peas and garlic mushrooms. No wine. God. It was Saturday night too. I will treat myself tonight I think.

I lost another couple of lbs this week making it 16.5lbs in total, so far. Only another thousand to go.

Twenty miles

 

 

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That’s how far I’ve walked in the past seven days according to my Walkmeter App. This app is brilliant, especially if you’re a bit of a geek for stats like me. I have the pro version, which costs roughly £5 for the year, and it’s the best £5 you’ll spend if you love walking.

Not a step, a temperature, a cadence (whatever that is), an ascent or an average goes unreported. The walk is mapped so forever more I can see where I walked on what day and what the weather was like as I was doing it.

Obviously I have walked more than twenty miles in the past week but that is the distance the recorded ones add up to. As in the ones I press ‘start’ and then ‘stop’ for. I don’t record walks into town or to the beach for example, just my daily three mile constitutional.

Today was freezing cold and normally that doesn’t deter me but today it did and I went off to bed this afternoon and snuggled down with my electric blanket on. By the time I woke up it was starting to get dark and it would have been very easy not to go for my walk. But! the good news is I now really, really, really want to go for my walk. I feel discombobulated if I don’t. So I did a slightly shorter version of my default walk and cut through past the Leisure Centre rather than walk the whole way round Pendennis Head.

I was wrapped up against the biting wind but it still took my breath away. The sea was gunmetal grey and angry. It was magnificent. Not for the first time I thanked God, the universe, whoever for allowing me to live in such a fantastic place. My daily walk has become part of me and my mood is so much brighter as a result. I often talk to Bob on the way round as well. Bob is someone ‘out there’. I can ask his advice, laugh with him and he teases me, but always I feel love coming from him. I constantly have to check myself: is this voice really just my subconscious speaking to me? Or is he some sort of other-worldly guide? But whenever I doubt something happens. Bob surprises me with an answer, or does something quite unlike something I would consciously invent. Or he responds in a really unexpected way. But actually what convinces me most of all that he is real, is that he really, really makes me laugh. He has a fantastic sense of humour. I giggle away at things he says sometimes because he is so funny. I probably look completely demented: the mad woman with the wild red hair who roams Pendennis Head laughing and cackling.

Today I have eaten my muesli mix for breakfast (seeds, nuts, coconut flakes, pumpkin seeds etc, etc), halloumi and ham salad for lunch and stuffed peppers and salad for supper. I can eat salad – as long as it has a lovely dressing – till the cows come home. White cabbage is the secret – it gives loads of crunch for its calories and takes a long time to eat so I feel, psychologically, completely satisfied.

Last night we ate out. My lovely friend Vicky was staying and it is her birthday next week so she and I and my partner and my children strolled the 200 yards to Gylly Beach Cafe and had a gorgeous meal. What with a meal out next Wednesday as well for my son’s birthday this might be a non weight loss week…