Midsummer evening

Midsummer evening

Monday, 19 June 2017

The day of reckoning has arrived

I have been feeling better for a few weeks now.  Did I leap straight back onto the diet and exercise wagon, gleefully embracing my newfound healthfulness??  Did I hell!

I enjoyed several weeks of playing loads of golf, dog walking, gardening, drinking and eating and working like a mofo.  I have not been for a run or swimming or anything beyond golf and dog walking for nearly 3 months.  Gulp. However, over the last few days I have started to feel ready to focus again. I've also started to realise that Australia (and Spain) are only a few months away and I am still pretty fat.  Double gulp.

After a few days of this lovely heat I've realised that carrying this extra weight is annoying.  Skimpy clothes don't do the larger lady any favours and it is just plain uncomfortable.  I don't want to be lethargic and uncomfortable on our holiday; I want to be active and at least a little slimmer than I am presently.

So,that means yet another restart.  Today.

I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to step on those pesky scales this morning and did it.  Not horrific.  17 stone dead so about 6lbs on from my lightest this year.  And nowhere near back to my heaviest from last year so the damage is contained.

I'm going to go back to what was working before I started coughing my guts up for 3 solid months - Fitbitting, calorie counting and exercising.  I have done it today and, apart from craving carbs and sweet stuff on and off, it has not been bad.  It was roasty hot at lunchtime and I had a meeting so I couldn't face going out for a walk and getting all hot and bothered so stayed in the office.

BUT I made sure that I took the dogs out for a walk this evening once it had cooled down.  They enjoyed splashing in the stream and trotting through the long grass and I enjoyed walking through beautiful flower-filled meadows and picking elderflowers to make my annual batch of elderflower cordial.  They are steeping now and I'll finish it off tomorrow evening.

Rich is out playing darts this evening which could be a dangerous time for me and temptation but I have limited snacking to some strawberries and natural yoghurt.  It feels good to get going.

Tomorrow brings more temptation in the form of a drive and train journey to Nottingham for a course.  There will be food at the course and of course the temptation to eat contraband in the anonymity of the train and station environment.   But forewarned is forearmed so I intend to be a Very. Good. Girl.  Wish me luck peeps.

Monday, 8 May 2017

I was lost but now am found....

I can't believe it, I'm STILL coughing.  It stopped for a while (well, subsided) but has returned in a drier, more barking format just to ring the changes.  I'm not feeling as poorly as I have done but my energies are still low.   But, you can't put your life on hold forever so I'm trying to get back on track this week with both dieting and exercise.  I'm tracking again on the Fitbit and pledge to do some exercise more than just dog walking or golf at some point this week.

I fully intended to weigh myself this morning (for the first time in weeks) but, something came up and it slipped my mind.  Tomorrow.

I don't FEEL that I've piled on the lbs.  My clothes don't feel noticeably tighter but complacency has fooled me before so we will see.  I hope that I'm not stricken with disappointment tomorrow when I do finally dance with the devil.

Despite not being at my best, life is very busy.  The golf season has started and I've been playing a lot of matchplay and really enjoying the competitive element that brings. I'm in 2 teams so that is a lot of matches.  It's been great as I've been playing good golf in the matches and winning all but one.  Shame I can't seem to reproduce that form when I have a card in my hand but that is a perennial golfer's complaint.

Football too.  You may have spotted that my beloved Sheffield Wednesday has made it into the play offs for the second year running.  We have our semi-finals next Sunday and the following Wednesday and, if we win those 2 games on aggregate, it will be the final at Wembley on the Bank Holiday Monday.  It makes planning one's life somewhat complicated as we didn't know which semi-final we would be in until our final league game yesterday.

As it happens I don't think I'm going to go to the away game on Sunday.  I have a school reunion on the Saturday night.  It's 30 years since we left school and, for good or ill, I'm going back with a couple of pals to see what the old place looks like and chat to some old school mates.  I can't say I'm looking forward to it massively but I'm sure I'll have a good time when I get there.  I talked Jenny into going as she really wasn't keen so now I'm feeling that I shouldn't now bugger off to the football at crack of dawn on Sunday.  It would be more sociable to hang around for lunch etc (and then watch the game later on telly of course).  This is a major departure for me folks.....you saw it here first (and I haven't quite decided yet).

We've been to a boxing match (Crolla vs Linares) at the Manchester Arena and the Premier League Darts at the Sheffield Arena which were both great nights out.  Soon, to balance out the boy events, I'll be going to see Take That at the Manchester Arena with Jenny.  So, it's not as though we're taking it easy despite the interminable poorliness.  I'm craving some down time though.  Some quiet weekends with nothing planned when we can get on with some long overdue gardening and go for a long walk.  June I reckon.

It would be nice to be back running and swimming soon as well and that is something which is NOT going to wait until June.  I'm working from home on Thursday so am going to set that as the date of my first run in about 6 weeks.  And more blogging too.....

Wednesday, 12 April 2017


It's what I do these days. I notice that I referred to the "tail end of a nasty cough" in my last post on 28 March. This proved inaccurate as there was a giant sting in that tail! The cough came back with a vengeance and then settled onto my chest and then infected poor old Richard too. Well, misery loves company eh?

So, there has been no running for a while but a fair bit of walking, some golf too. I haven't lost the plot foodwise though so when I summon up the emotional energy to step onto the scales again, I'm hopeful that I won't have piled on too much.

Here's some slightly out of date photos from a sunny spring walk a week or more ago. We walked around Hope and it was a walk of noticeable things. Like the cemetery below, it was just stunning with beautiful scenery and belting birdsong. But there was a burial about to take place so a sad group of family and friends (as well as a couple of Council gravediggers in their van eating sandwiches). I hope the bereaved took some comfort from the beauty of the day.

Pretty yellow hedgerow flowers.

Pretty purple hedgerow flowers.

The first caravan (well, RV) of spring.

Shelagh's first swim of the year.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

See, writing stuff down helps!

If I hadn't written in my post yesterday that I was going to go for a run then I am fairly sure I would not have gone out for a run.  Today was hectic and without that motivation I reckon my chimp would have rationalised an excuse for not going out. But I DID say I was going for a run so run I did. Yay!!

It was hard work. A week off and the tail end of a nasty cough meant that I felt every step. But it was well worth it to ensure that the running does not slide off the agenda. It had been chilly during the day but once we set off the sun came out and it was almost too warm. I managed 35 minutes at a very stately pace so now I have a nice low bar for improvements.

Food has been fine but 2 glasses of red, whoops!!

Anyway, it was a good day..... Golf tomorrow, I hope the rain holds off until we have finished.

And in a clunking change of gear, here are some pics from a glorious Lincolnshire walk a couple of weeks ago. The light was just heavenly as the sun went down. Minty was poorly so it was just me and Shelagh which possibly explains how I managed to grab a couple of decent photos of her for a change.  She wasn't very happy though as she brushed up against an electric fence. She howled and glared at me and on our return trip refused to enter the offending field. Luckily we could bypass it or I would have had to carry her!!

Monday, 27 March 2017

Starting again, again, again...

But I'm not starting again from a bad place. I'm still weighing in at 16.7 so in effect, after shifting the Christmas 4 lbs, I have spent the last nearly 3 months in "active maintenance". I have not strayed far or slapped weight on but neither have I forged ahead with dropping weight, self evidently.

So, I need to go back to what WAS working rather than the looser, vaguer version of it which is not working.

To that end I am back logging ALL my calories EVERY day. And I'm going back to proper amounts of exercise rather than the 1 run and lots of walks which has appeared. Blogging too - I'm always much better when I post more frequently.

To be fair to me, I fully intended to do all this at the beginning of last week but was stricken by a combination of a nasty cough hitting on Sunday (yes, another one), a dental operation on Tuesday (dental implants) which left me with a horribly sore and swollen face and year end leaving me with a mountain of urgent work. It was a tough week but I'm quite proud with how I coped with it. I didn't overeat and, although I didn't do any running (couldn't have done it), I did go for decent walks every day. My weight did not change so the proof of the pudding is there.

So, the restart is on. Dancing tonight, run tomorrow, golf Wednesday, run Thursday, walk Friday and golf again on Sunday. Should be a good week provided I keep a lid on the calories.

Fingers crossed for me peeps. In the meantime here are some only slightly out of date pics of a walk over the golf course and around Bamford. I used to live there so it used to be a standard walk but now it was more unfamiliar and all the more lovely for that.

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Catching up

Weight matters have drifted along for a few weeks now. I have logged calories, exercised and counted steps regularly but sporadically. My weight has gone down (I've seen 16.5 and 16.6 a few times) and up (16.11 - gulp). However, as today it has mostly stuck at 16.8. This means I have not dropped anything since Christmas. 

While pain-free maintenance is great, I want to be doing it at 14 something not 16 something so I need to buck my ideas up! My chimp is well and truly winning at the moment. 

And there's our trip to Australia at Christmas to consider. It is booked now and will be hot. I do not want to be this heavy out there in that heat. I want to feel comfy in shorts and vest tops and light summer dresses.

As well as Australia there is a packed summer full of golf. It will be a lot easier and more pleasant if I'm lugging less lard around and hopefully being lighter will ease my chronic foot pain too. 

Many incentives to get going again.

So, enough of that, what else have I been up to?

I bought this lovely bowl from a ceramicist friend of mine from Bamford. Her lovely pieces are usually a bit too pricey for me to justify (I was thinking I might ask for one from my family or Richard's as a 50th present) but this was a very slight second so 50% of retail so I snapped it up. You can't see the fault (well,I can't and I just love it. She is about to exhibit some pieces in the National Gallery so a touch of class has hit our living room. 

The overflow at Ladybower reservoir reminded me of the bowl when I was out running a few days ago.

Richard was away for a week golfing in Turkey to celebrate one of his pal's 50th birthday. I didn't begrudge him his trip but I was jealous as I would have loved it too. Bloody men and their "lads only" trips.....

Minty missed him and spent a lot of time staring out of the window presumably waiting for him to come home.

Shelagh, not so much.....

I missed him but went over to my dad's for a couple of days and organised a much overdue girls' night out one night so all was not wasted.