Cambridge Mummy on … hating dieting

Posted on August 9, 2012 by cambridgemummy

I have just embarassed myself at Weight Watchers. I bounded into the weigh in. I talked happily in teh queue. I go to be weighed in jeans and thin top like last week. She asks how my week has been. I say “briliant – I’ve swum four times, made lots of homemade soup, eaten really well and feel great.”

Pride before a naffing fall. I can’t swear, in writing, because my mum reads this. But I’m pretty upset. To put it politely.

I’ve gained half a pound. Funny how we don’t count half points and we round up when I’m eating, but when it comes to weight gain, it firking counts.
In fact, I’m angry.

The suggestion from the weight watchers leader is that perhaps my exercise is making my body hold on to my weight and so I need to give it another two or three weeks, and I’ve to track everything. But that’s what I’ve done this week. I told her that. She said to do it again and take it down there with me.

I am so done with this. People go in and loose 3lbs in their first week or two, there’s me. So pleased to be going in, expecting 3lbs of weight loss, and I’ve gained.

I’ve come home and eaten a mini twirl. 5 points. Didn’t even like it. I just want to rebel against something. I’m so upset and I want to carry on but can’t see the point, to be honest. Maybe I’m just destined to be a chubber forever?

I am well and truly fucked off right now. (Sorry mum, but when you’ve tried as hard as I have this week, I think it’s worth swearing)

Cambridge Mummy on … loving my swimming

Posted on August 8, 2012 by cambridgemummy

I’m going to look like this in my costume soon ;)

I have been swimming twice today. Yes twice. I am so proud of myself. I’m managing approximately 35 – 40 lengths in 30 minutes. I’m really pleased with it and am getting my stroke back. Well actually, I’m not getting my stroke back – I’m getting my stamina back. I’m getting better at getting more lengths in the 30 minutes that I’m allocating myself in the pool. My stroke is shocking!

Things I’ve discovered this week:
It’s a good idea to carry a spare pair of pants in my changing bag.
I can use the freebie towels that you get when you have a new baby, from Persil et al, as great ways to dry your hair post swim.
That it’s a good idea to use a swim cap but I shouldn’t put my hair in a hair tie as it will break it…
When my hair is wet, I must not put it in a hair tie as it will stretch it and then when it’s dry, it will break when I brush it.
It’s good to have change in a special purse and buy swimming sessions in bulk so that I can just take the card, and don’t need to move bank cards around.

Next week, I’m going to look into getting a couple of private lessons at the pool, to make my stroke better. Though I don’t know how, unless there’s a harness involved, I’m going to manage to put my bum up more, as I know that’s the route to better stroke… I’ll keep you posted on that one!

PS. This is not a sponsored post but I was gifted a speedo swimming costume by Simply Swim 6 weeks ago and it’s really helped me get my but back into the pool – I’m no longer having wardrobe malfunctions and having to put my boobs back in my costume each time I’ve completed a length!

Cambridge Mummy on… fat fighters (1)

Posted on July 2, 2012 by cambridgemummy

Get it? Fat Fighters? Hope so… Moving on… The last week has been like a sign, I tell you, a “sign”.
I’ve been watching supersize me, skinny me, whatever it is, and getting upset.
I’ve been swimming on Sunday morning with the boys and not stopped sweating for a couple of hours afterwards – I did lengths whilst they did their classes. And I’ve been offered a speedo swimming costume to try out. (And keep, I hope – for the latter one, as I don’t like the idea of getting a previously trialled swimming cossi.) But more on that later. I need to get onto my fat fighters wagon…

A couple of months ago, I saw an opportunity for bloggers to get involved with Weight Watchers. And having done it before, I said oh yes, I’m in. But that I didn’t want to do the online or class stuff. Because I knew best, and didn’t want to do that weighing in stuff. Well. Another 6lb of weight later, I’m now waiting for the info to go to the weigh in. I need to do weigh in, because I need to know that I’ve got the weigh in to go to each week, to work towards. To count myself in and out of. And to give me a focal point to blog about it each week. Doing it online alone won’t have the same effect.

Tonight, I’m looking at two books Weight Watchers have sent me. One is “Hearty Home Cooking” and the other is “Seriously Satisfying”. I’ll be going through them with a fine tooth comb, finding things that look like food I know and like. Lovely Bloke will be dispatched to get the ingredients and get this going for us and we’ll be back on the wagon before you know it.

I have to be. Because I can’t keep shovelling food in for no good reason. It’s rubbish. I’m eating rubbish. I’m feeling rubbish, I hate being rubbish at looking after myself. So in two hours, I’ll be in bed. Giving myself a fighting naffing chance at this. Did you know that every hour of sleep you get before midnight, is “worth” two of the ones you get after midnight. And that you loose weight and all sorts of stuff, if you get more sleep.

So, what are your top tips for shifting weight that’s not wanted? And not needed? And getting in the way – emotionally and/or physically?
I’m all ears :)

PS. Does anyone know if there’s an app where I can record all my healthier eating and exercise?

The Cambridge Mummy blog on running highs and diet lows…

Posted on December 3, 2011 by cambridgemummy

So on Friday morning, I went out in my bobble hat, gillet and full kit, to do the couch to 5k thing. And I did it brilliantly! I really did. I Know. I’m so Modest ;)
I did my lunges across the width of the football pitch and a bit of extra jogging. I’ve really struggled to get going with the running. It’s so hard! My shins – the pain – I don’t know how to explain it. And the burning in my throat is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

With all that in mind, on Friday morning, I wasn’t expecting all that much. Not least because I’d eaten so much the day before, not that I’m sure that has any effect on it. I was going very very slowly in the walking and slowly in the jogging bits. But I did them all – 60 seconds of jogging x 9. And it made me feel amazing. So I don’t mind how slow I was. I posted a couple of random pictures to Facebook to show how happy I was. Here they are in all their glory:

I had two work do’s on Thursday. Fish and chip lunch, followed by cream tea and then Wagamama’s, and then Pizza Hut and ice cream today, so I’m not expecting to have lost any weight in the morning. I’m hoping to stay the same, at 13st 8lb. We’ll see. I may have gained a bit. I just don’t know. We’ll see. Anyway, I got a pair of jeans for £15 today in Dorothy Perkins and they are a size 18. Think they might be a bit big, but I got 18′s and 20′s and the boys were playing up so I didn’t have chance to get anything in a size 16 to test them out.

Regardless of the weigh in, I’ve make some brilliant healthy choices for myself this week. And eaten some not so great foods when I’ve wanted to. But I hope that whatever it is, I’ll remember how “high” I felt on Friday, how great it was to be jogging and making the times. How happy I was to be out in the sunshine and how I managed to do my lunges and my legs are feeling good today. It’s a sign to take it on to more running, less walking and more lunges at the end.

Fingers crossed for a good day tomorrow :)

The Cambridge Mummy blog on… wanting the scales to play fair…

Posted on November 30, 2011 by cambridgemummy

So, at the start of this activity, I weighed 14 st 3lb. That’s the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life and it made me cry. I got down to 14st which was good then onto the Slimming World band wagon and by last Sunday, the 27 November, was 13st 8lb. Excellent me thinks, especially as it had just been the time of the month and I’d had a grotty week. I decided to absent mindedly weigh myself last night and I was 13st 12lb. That’s not possible surely, in less than 48 hours, to gain 4lb in weight?? !!! ?? Surely not. I was in the rudey nudey. It was the same place, but the end of the day instead of the start, but surely that can’t make 4lb of difference?

Anyway, I’m annoyed. And wanting to eat all sorts of stuff because I’m annoyed. But I’m not. So instead, I’m munching my way through grapes, diet coke and cherries. When all I want is chips and gravy. It’s a bit pants to be honest, so I’d stay out of my way, because when I’m deprived of my chips and gravy with a buttered barm, I’m a bird with a short fuse.

Here’s hoping for the weigh in on Sunday eh? Perhaps I’ll go running to see if it has an impact on it? Or maybe swimming?
Hmmmmm

Does your weight go up and down like this? How does it make you feel? What do you do?