Shinsplint
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A goal halves a journey.
I'm pleased to say, I've lost only half a kilo. Wow, I really must have been having fun! So anyway, my mum and I got on a bit of a cooking kick this week. Last week, she made spinach pie and I ate most of it, to her chagrin, then we had a series of days where we seemed to be eating only roast beef and potatoes. And yesterday was the crowning glory: mum made roast chicken (with potatoes of course) and then in the evening we made moussaka together (with - yep - potatoes). I had given up on seeing the scales move all week, they seemed to be stuck or broken, so I tucked in last night. Along with the plate full of roast chicken, spuds and salad that I had for lunch, I had 2 servings of moussaka in the evening, followed by half a bag of popcorn (I'd had the first half the day before), a small stick of chocolate I'd hidden away in a drawer planning to eat as a treat after a year when I finally achieved my size 10 body - yeah right - (and it was heavenly! probably imported or something, as I got it from a German friend on a working holiday and they don't make chocolate like that here), two way-too-sweet cream biscuits (Monte Carlo, we call 'em) and a cup of cocoa with sugar in it. To top it all off, I spent nearly the whole weekend on the computer, no exercise at all, apart from vacuuming on Saturday.
So needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to getting on the scales this morning. But when I did, I discovered I'd lost half a kilo! And my body in the mirror really looked skinnier, like it hasn't done in weeks. What a strange thing.
Anyway, I'm glad it happened because last night I was really planning to give up. After the second time finding plastic in my oats in the morning and especially after the chocolate, as I've been ticking off the days I've gone without it -
- I was wondering why I bother to eat healthy, when healthy food could cause just as much damage to your health as junk food (I nearly broke a tooth on the jagged piece of plastic and I'm sure I swallowed some of it, as I had a stomach ache later). I found myself entertaining weird thoughts, like, why have I never found bits of plastic in my chocolate cake or Mars bar or bag of chips? The Fat Demon within awakens...
Oh well, I'm not stressing it anymore; many other good things to think about. For one, I've rediscovered my enduring passion: dancing! (Oh, and of course, world peace).
To anyone reading this, cheers and God bless you.
I'm pleased to say, I've lost only half a kilo. Wow, I really must have been having fun! So anyway, my mum and I got on a bit of a cooking kick this week. Last week, she made spinach pie and I ate most of it, to her chagrin, then we had a series of days where we seemed to be eating only roast beef and potatoes. And yesterday was the crowning glory: mum made roast chicken (with potatoes of course) and then in the evening we made moussaka together (with - yep - potatoes). I had given up on seeing the scales move all week, they seemed to be stuck or broken, so I tucked in last night. Along with the plate full of roast chicken, spuds and salad that I had for lunch, I had 2 servings of moussaka in the evening, followed by half a bag of popcorn (I'd had the first half the day before), a small stick of chocolate I'd hidden away in a drawer planning to eat as a treat after a year when I finally achieved my size 10 body - yeah right - (and it was heavenly! probably imported or something, as I got it from a German friend on a working holiday and they don't make chocolate like that here), two way-too-sweet cream biscuits (Monte Carlo, we call 'em) and a cup of cocoa with sugar in it. To top it all off, I spent nearly the whole weekend on the computer, no exercise at all, apart from vacuuming on Saturday.
So needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to getting on the scales this morning. But when I did, I discovered I'd lost half a kilo! And my body in the mirror really looked skinnier, like it hasn't done in weeks. What a strange thing.
Anyway, I'm glad it happened because last night I was really planning to give up. After the second time finding plastic in my oats in the morning and especially after the chocolate, as I've been ticking off the days I've gone without it -
- I was wondering why I bother to eat healthy, when healthy food could cause just as much damage to your health as junk food (I nearly broke a tooth on the jagged piece of plastic and I'm sure I swallowed some of it, as I had a stomach ache later). I found myself entertaining weird thoughts, like, why have I never found bits of plastic in my chocolate cake or Mars bar or bag of chips? The Fat Demon within awakens...Oh well, I'm not stressing it anymore; many other good things to think about. For one, I've rediscovered my enduring passion: dancing! (Oh, and of course, world peace).
To anyone reading this, cheers and God bless you.
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I feel like Aladdin about to go into the cave of treasure. All my life I've wanted to bite into a rock of pure chocolate. If I were dying, it would be my last wish and Death Row meal. (After the smoked crab in the banana leaf).
That hasn't happened in a long time; I must be doing something right.

), stumbled into the bathroom with a sense of anticipation because I hadn't gotten up to go walking as I'd planned... and was just telling myself, "Remember, you've got all that water and fibre inside your guts from yesterday's fruit blitz, so don't freak out when you see the number..." as I got on the scales.



I so wanted to go back to sleep and decided to leave off walking for today (yet again
). I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when I decided, totally against my nature, to just get up and go for a walk. Don't know how it happened. I ended up going for 90 minutes. I was feeling pretty good about myself until being effortlessly overtaken by two glowing senior citizens who I later couldn't catch up to.
I've never had such an untasty meal! Probably did me good though with all the salt I eat. 