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i worked for an hour an a half today. it almost killed me. just to clarify, i wasn't moving 500 kg batches of wood from A to B. no, i was merely translating a few pages for school. it didn't kill me though. i'll do some more tomorrow.
i couldn't be bothered going to the gym today so i decided i'd go tomorrow. i had a nice evening meal with mark, watched voyager and then watched you are what you eat. after that i stepped on the scales and it wasn't so bad (more about this later). so i thought, lets go to the gym. and i went. for twenty minutes only (even if i wanted to go for longer it wouldn't have been possible as they were closing), but i've decided it's probably better if i go for 20 mins three times a week and make a habit out of it rather than go seven times a week in the first week and then stop. and anyway, as i build up my running, i'll have to stay for longer.
so, i started walking on the treadmill, after five minutes i started running (at 5mph) and it was going well. my legs were doing ok, breathing was fine. so i though, maybe i could do 7.5 minutes. and i continued running. and then i continued running after that. and yes, you guessed it, i ran for 10 minutes! breathing was getting increasingly difficult and i had to punch air for the last 30 seconds to distract myself (strangely, legs were ok this time), but i didn't give up. i ran for full ten minutes! i don't think i'll go for 15 next time, i think i'll just do a few 10 mins runs just to make sure i can survive. but it was good!
the thing about scales. i know the scales go up after i eat. i know they go down after i poo. yet, if i step on them and they don't show a desirable figure, i'm disappointed and i lose all my motivation to lose weight, i don't want to exercise ever again and all i want to eat is chocolate (not crisps, which is rather strange). but if the scales show a figure that i like, suddenly i want to exercise and eat well. mark thinks i shouldn't weigh myself five times a day (i only weighed myself once today and i normally don't weigh myself more than three times a day so i don't know what he's on about) because it makes me miserable when they go up. well maybe i shouldn't, but if i didn't this evening, i wouldn't have gone to the gym. so i don't know. maybe i should just learn to cope better when they don't go down.
i need to start drinking more. on days when i don't exercise, i don't drink at all or just a tiny bit and when i exercise i drink only a bit more. maybe if i had a tea pot (i've seen a nice glass one in john lewis), i could make tea in the morning and drink it throughout the day. cause at the moment i can't be bothered going downstairs and making tea. shame my birthday is not coming up for another six months.
weighing day tomorrow!
i couldn't be bothered going to the gym today so i decided i'd go tomorrow. i had a nice evening meal with mark, watched voyager and then watched you are what you eat. after that i stepped on the scales and it wasn't so bad (more about this later). so i thought, lets go to the gym. and i went. for twenty minutes only (even if i wanted to go for longer it wouldn't have been possible as they were closing), but i've decided it's probably better if i go for 20 mins three times a week and make a habit out of it rather than go seven times a week in the first week and then stop. and anyway, as i build up my running, i'll have to stay for longer.
so, i started walking on the treadmill, after five minutes i started running (at 5mph) and it was going well. my legs were doing ok, breathing was fine. so i though, maybe i could do 7.5 minutes. and i continued running. and then i continued running after that. and yes, you guessed it, i ran for 10 minutes! breathing was getting increasingly difficult and i had to punch air for the last 30 seconds to distract myself (strangely, legs were ok this time), but i didn't give up. i ran for full ten minutes! i don't think i'll go for 15 next time, i think i'll just do a few 10 mins runs just to make sure i can survive. but it was good!
the thing about scales. i know the scales go up after i eat. i know they go down after i poo. yet, if i step on them and they don't show a desirable figure, i'm disappointed and i lose all my motivation to lose weight, i don't want to exercise ever again and all i want to eat is chocolate (not crisps, which is rather strange). but if the scales show a figure that i like, suddenly i want to exercise and eat well. mark thinks i shouldn't weigh myself five times a day (i only weighed myself once today and i normally don't weigh myself more than three times a day so i don't know what he's on about) because it makes me miserable when they go up. well maybe i shouldn't, but if i didn't this evening, i wouldn't have gone to the gym. so i don't know. maybe i should just learn to cope better when they don't go down.
i need to start drinking more. on days when i don't exercise, i don't drink at all or just a tiny bit and when i exercise i drink only a bit more. maybe if i had a tea pot (i've seen a nice glass one in john lewis), i could make tea in the morning and drink it throughout the day. cause at the moment i can't be bothered going downstairs and making tea. shame my birthday is not coming up for another six months.
weighing day tomorrow!
posted by dianka at 10:39 pm
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