So I have been trying to eat "clean" this week, I have got back into the breakfast habit and have been having salmon and cottage cheese which is as far removed from the dreaded cereal as I can go so I can bear it (weird post childhood cereal phobia- goes hand in hand with a phobia of orange squash especially when served in hot tuppaware cups.....)
Lunch has been pretty good - salad and a protein (chicken/lamb/ham) jazzed up with some dressing and Ive been snacking on cubes of emmenthal and gruyere and mixed unsalted nuts. I thought I was hungry this afternoon then remembered my cheese and nuts and they really made me satisfied.
Last night I made "fakeaway" doner kebab meat and it was AMAZING! I had it with roasted veg, salad and a gluten free pitta bread. I have upped my veg intake dramatically and am trying to build meals around veg- and go with as few processed crappy carbs as possible.
Today I had one biscuit at work literally because they were on my desk and might have eaten some toffee this afternoon (my bad) but ditto was around. However that is DRAMATICALLY less crap than I usually eat at my desk!
Todays schedule calls for a 25 min run and I also have a body balance class booked to focus body and mind for Sundays fast approaching 10km. I am really excited about it this year- last year I was woefully unprepared and hadn't quite "got" running yet, whereas I have run 10km a number of times now so the distance doesn't scare me any more and the buzz was amazing (despite the fact I couldn't really enjoy last year cos I felt literally DEAD at the end and was trying not to puke and/or fall over.
In fact, I'll let you into a secret- between km's about 6 and 9.5 last year I HATED it. My old foot injury was playing up,I was crying with the pain, and my internal monologue was REALLY hacked off with me for even attempting such a feat when I am old, fat and not brilliantly healthy. St Johns ambulance were circling me on their bikes like vultures waiting for an elderly mammal to keel over so they could peck over its ample flesh............
I was furious with myself for even attempting the race, my proud self was furious at how slow I was compared to others and why was I humiliating myself like that when I could be IN THE PUB.........I ALWAYS win at drinking. Im brilliant at falling over, making hilarious jokes and leading everyone onto the dance floor. WHY do I want to be cavorting about with these lycra clad WEIRDOES that are better than me purely because they are SADCASES???
Fast forward a year and I am happy to sad up and say yes, I am a lycra clad weirdo! I own a Garmin GPS running watch, I go to (super weirdo haven I thought ) Parkrun, I have a foam roller, I have a subscription to Womens Running Magazine AND I read it, and I pay what used to be good drinking money for race entries!
This is thanks to #ThisMumRuns who proved to me that runners are nice, and supportive and the only person thats bothered about my lastness/slowness is ME. It took me about 4 months to trust and believe that they weren't laughing at me, I wasn't the "token fatty", and these wonderful women were actually rooting for me and on the same journey. Its been a hell of a learning curve and all my fear of "proper" runners was exactly that- fear. And lack of confidence which running is improving every day.
Now........what knickers am I going to wear under my lycra for sundays 10km?.........
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