Oh No.... Mr Grey.....

So I’m sitting having coffee with my mummy friend telling her about this great fitness program I have started (12WBT)… as I drink my ice mocha and eat my chocolate éclair… umm what’s wrong with this picture?

The problem is I have this thing about a ‘start date’… it has to be an official start… like I’ll start on a Monday…. I’ll start on the first of the month, I’ll start on my birthday, I’ll start on the 1^st of January… and I don’t feel I have officially ‘started yet’ . It’s the ‘warm-up stage according to Mentor-Michelle…(in 11 days is the start date – well the ‘pre-season’ as she calls it).

With out a ‘start dates’ I’m in all sorts… and what is worse… once I’ve fallen off the wagon I have to find another ‘start date’!

Okay so I have been good in some ways… I’ve been going to the gym (25mins on the bike, its great, I can sit there with the kindle reading all about Mr Grey… now that boy is tiring!!).

I actually enjoy my gym time… its Bubs free time and I get to read on the exercise bike uninterrupted (except to fan myself… not because of the exercise… But because of Mr Grey  - If you have no idea what I am talking about with Mr Grey click here (if you want to blush) –It’s the naughty book all your friends are reading, trust me they are!)

Mr Grey looks like one of these guys:

 

......it all depends on who you ask really (this was not just an excuse to put pictures of hot guys on my blog.. it's research..truly it is!!!)

Where was I??

Oh yeah.. anyway I was suppose to write down everything I eat this week.. in a  food diary… It went like this:

Monday

• Wheetbix and Yogurt (good girl)
• Tuna Sushi roll (good girl)
• One Square of chocolate (oops)
• Salad and chicken (good girl)
• Four squares of chocolate (oh dear)

Tuesday

• Missed breakfast, running late (oops)
• Tuna sushi roll (good girl)
• Magnum (oh no….)
• Noodles (not sure)
• Six squares of chocolate (£@$%!!!!!)

Wednesday

• Muffin (oh no)
• Mocca & Éclair……

I GIVE UP!!!


......‘Not officially started’ 
 – will start again next Monday…. or on the 1st...
...... how many days till my birthday
... ummm 177....

I got really, really worried when I realised that after 20 mins  working up a sweat in the gym (actually not sure if sweat due to the consequences of  ‘rolling eyes your eyes at Mr Grey’ or the exercise bike) that the calories burnt in that time only cancel out about three squares of chocolate.

I serious seriously need to sort that out.

I need motivation

I need conviction

I need to stumble into every office of a CEO until I find Christian Grey.....

Signing out…

Up, up, and away…

So it begins....

Before

I used to be skinny, oh yes I did... you know that saying 'youth is wasted on the young'... it is so so true. 

I was a tiny size eight (okay I am talking @16 alright)... but why, oh why, did I wear those big baggy tee-shirts over my swimmers? Now I am quite happy to go down to the pool parading around in swimmers (be it a bikini top with board shorts),  trust me, it is nothing anyone wants to see, but I'm happy to show it... who cares... (I think I need a wax..mmmm)

It is so true that as you get older you don't care as much (especially after losing all dignity after having a baby)... but when you're young and got it all... you are so scared of what everyone thinks (I so wish I could go back in time and shake that silly teenage girl).

That's got to be the best thing about getting older... you don't care anymore.. who cares what people think of me...  anyway, what was I saying? Oh that's right... I was skinny...

I scoffed pizza like there was no tomorrow (Pizza Hut waitress through Uni.. free food, Yah!)... Mum kept saying 'you're laying down the fat cells'... 'yer right, whatever' (When I go back in time I would also tell that girl to listen to her mother).

So I Hit my 20s... size ten... head over to the UK... got the 'heathrow injection' as the Aussies call it... bang hit size 12.

Had my first realisation that an item of clothes wasn't fitting me anymore... ouch that's a first.

So, I am a ten on top a 12/14 below (yep I'm a pear!)

Fix it

So I've never dieted as such, just not in me. But I can set goals.

I decided to run. I couldn't run to the end of the street.

But I 'trained'. I did a 10k run ('The man' ran it with me... sooo annoying. I trained for 6weeks, he woke up on the day and said 'yep, I'll run it with you'.. and there he was running backwards next to me saying 'come on you can do it'... if only I could articulate the colourful language I wanted to use...  anyways... I did it!... then decided to run a 1/2 Marathon. Did it... then go hooked.. over four years I did the Berlin, London and New York marathon... I then tried a triathlon (that's a very funny story I must tell you one day.

Now does that make me sound super fit? Well I wasn't, and I wasn't some skinny marathon runner. I am a 'turtle' as the old story goes... I plod along (wobble) but I get there (eventually). I wasn't skinny.. still a 10 on top 12 below... but I felt good about myself. 

Anyways... didn't last as long as I would have liked..

It Changed

33 and Pregnant (there is a long story between fix it and It changed remind me to tell you that one day too) anyways, where was I, yes..... pregnant... yah! I don't have to worry about how I look! Yah!! 

After nine months of munching on marshmallows and drinking coca-cola to keep the energy going (don't worry bubs turned out just fine... I took vitamins you see).. baby enters the world and OMG I put on 10kg...

I breastfed.. OMG they LIED you don't lose weight breastfeeding!!!!

Bubs is turning a year in two weeks and I still haven't shifted the 10kg (be it I have given up my job, moved countries, started a new job... you'd think that would be enough stress to lose some weight... but no...)

Here I am.

So bubs is about to turn one. I need to get a grip on things.. so now the journey begins...

up, up, and away...