I’ve started a wee blog about the Olympics. Basically it’s about me lusting after male athletes and making smutty remarks, but I am updating it a few times a day. So if you’re one of those lovely people who like to write emails gently reminding me to update this blog, you will find plenty of action on Going for Gold.
And yes, that is a link to my non-fat blog on the sidebar. What the hell, eh? You can check that out if you get bored, but if you leave a comment please don’t say "HI DIETGIRL!" or similar 🙂 Hehe.
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I am very scared and tentative to tell you all this, but I think I’ve got The Hunger back. You know, the Week One mindless determination kind of feeling. That feeling when you are just aching to exercise and eat properly, coz you so badly want to do well and shift some serious lard.
This feeling has been missing for about ten months or so. I haven’t stopped traveling/shagging/working to just take a break, slow down and look at what’s been going wrong. It’s a simple matter of organisation and planning. And just needing to remind myself that I want to lose more weight, that I am not as fit as I want to be. I just haven’t had that hunger.
Writing here more frequently has helped. So has the Food Journal. I’ve also been reading heaps of diet blogs, which does wonders for the motivation. I have subscribed to dozens via Bloglines. This means I don’t leave many comments but to all you crazy kids in Blogland, thank you for your inspiration!
I felt good after our walk/run this morning. I have to admit, after 5 weeks I still find it a slog and I don’t look forward to it like I do my gym classes. It doesn’t give me the horn like a dance class or lifting weights. I never wake up and go, "yay, running!". I don’t sit staring at my diary trying to figure out where I can squeeze in more running, like the way I stare at the gym class timetable and wonder how to fit another classes into my schedule.
However, once I am out there, it’s kinda nice. I like the fresh air, I like the quality time with my sister, I like the emptiness of the park at 6AM. Most of all I like how it’s just me and my body and I can make it go slightly further and longer with every passing week.
I ate breakfast at home today, for the first time in months. I’ve been obsessed with getting to work earlier so I can leave earlier, and end up eating brekkie at my desk. But I am tired of everyone going "ewww!" at the sight of my yogurt, fruit, muesli and seeds, so I made the time to eat at home. It didn’t take long, having measured out the muesli and pumpkin seeds before our run, and it was rather relaxing. And I didn’t walk to the bus stop feeling headachy, as I have been. I think by waiting til I got to work meant I was setting myself up for overeating later on.
Getting The Hunger back is all about making sane decisions about food, not based on emotions and/or mindless chocolate purchases. I am determined to continue and stay fired, even when I am away on my holiday. Lordy, I hope the food ain’t too wacky in the Baltics.