Started a new page on this blog for a new little project I am running.
Called : A Year with Thermomix
I am keeping this record for a year, as an experiment, to help with the weight loss tracking, to make the most of the new (expensive) toy and perhaps to be of interest/help readers.
Since I had my children, I have always had a battle with my weight. Up until the age of 23 I could eat what I wanted, do little to no exercise and never get bigger than a size 10. AB (after birth) all that changed. I went on my first ever diet, Jenny Craig (and have ever since been a lifetime member!) to lose the baby weight.
Heaven knows how I put on so much weight, I vomited for 9 straight months (well 9 months and 2 weeks actually, he went over) and could barely keep down a glass of water. I should have seen this as a sign that the skinny gods were not on my side - from this time on its been a roller coaster yo-yo ride of get fat, hate myself, go on a diet, lose the weight, get fed up with dieting, put all the weight back on plus a good handful more for good measure and to teach me to mess with skinny gods, hate myself, go on a diet ...... well you see where this is heading.
The last round was when I was on Jenny Craig for a whole 12 months - 12 freakin months of microwaved dinners, tiny packages of cereal and snacks, and weekly weigh ins. I was running 5km 3 times a week, seeing a personal trainer for an hour and half session 3 times a week, and walking home from work 12km twice a week.
Net result of all that? Still fat (by modern magazine terms - size 14) but fit as hell. Then I ran the 12km City to Surf and after giving myself a hearty high five found I had damaged my knee so badly I was unable to run anymore. I needed an operation, but this has not fixed the pain and damage and so now I need a knee replacement. Brilliant! Who says exercising is good for you!
In true form, I have put back on all the weight plus another handful or two chucked in - but worse than that I have stopped doing any exercise and am very unfit and unhealthy. Its always such a huge mental feat to drag myself up to start again, but I know I must for my health.
I have just watched my wonderful mother have a hip replacement that went so well and she is recovering so quickly as she is fit and strong and healthy. I don't want to go the way of my mother in law (who I see everyday as she lives with us) and be fat and ill and so very unhealthy.
I eat good food (mostly - says she who just had a Turkish Delight!)- wholesome and largely unprocessed - but probably too much of it. But more than diet I need to get out and move my body. I don't like structured exercise, its such a waste of energy. Rather I like to work and move my body naturally. Digging in the garden, feeding the horses, sweeping, raking, weeding. Walking around the paddocks. I would rather do this anyday than run on a treadmill in the gym.
Until I can live on my farm, I am doomed to be a rat in a cage :-) But this fat rat needs to get on the wheel and start running about!
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