The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl

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This week is proving to be a wacky one. But there has been home made baked beans, a beer festival*, a lovely blogger gathering and my brand new British citizenship so aside from wanting to hurl my computer out the window, all is well. I should get back to editing my nose-blowing out of the podcast, so... what's shaking with you? If you were a chocolate bar which one would be? Or similar comment-provoking question to feebly make up for the blogging silence :)

* the beer ran out at 9PM. The organisers had to run to the supermarket for more. For shame!

Soon To Be Named Podcast - Episode #2

The DG/MizFit podcast is back! We're somewhat grappling with the technology but making up for it with wild enthusiasm.

I hope that one day soon I'll be able to breath out of my nose again, but it was not to be during this episode. After three whole weeks of not needing to carry 27 tissues on my person at all times, the sneezefest returned on the day of recording. BAH! I think we managed to remove all the HONK HONK HONK bits but it's a little dodgy. We're still learning.

In today's episode: we finally announce the podcast name, bring you news and answered questions, and talk all things running with a special guest expert.

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We're also on iTunes! Once you have The Name, search for us on the iTunes store and if you fancy, you can subscribe and have us automatically haunt your computer.

UPDATE: or just click here to go straight to iTunes... let's make this easier :)

Bon weekend, comrades.

Fitness Fantasies

I want to know about your fantasies. Tell me every filthy detail!

Don't worry, this site hasn't been hijacked by a sleazy spammer! I am talking about fitness fantasies.

You know how people say, "well it's all very well for Oprah with her personal chef and trainers and all!" blah blah blah. Well let's just pretend we're in an alternate universe in which money and time are no object. In terms of fitness and healthy livin', anything is possible. Anything at all. Nothing is too ridiculous.

What would you do? Who would you like to meet? Where would you go? What would you purchase? What would you like to try?

• I would go on a poncy yoga retreat (for beginners) on an exotic island where you get massages and tropical fruits between the bendy classes.
  
  
• A gym would open up at the end of my street with Body Jam, Body Pump, yoga, Pilates and spinning classes at times very convenient to me.
  
  
• Just in case I couldn't be arsed walking to the end of my street, there'd be a magical home gym in my fantasy spare room. It would have one mirrored wall, gobs of free weights and kettlebells, a punching bag, a spinning bike, a treadmill and a cushioned floor so I bust some kickboxing moves. Oh oh oh and a widescreen wall-mounted telly to do workout DVDs.
  
  
• I would visit Cathe Friedrich's gym in New Jersey and attend some of her classes.
  
  
• I'd have a personal training session with Bob and Jillian here in Scotland. It would crack me up no end to walk up Dunfermline high street with Jillian Michaels and see her WTF-ing at Greggs The Bakers et al.
  
  
• Before she nipped off back to LA, Jillian would make me a personal MP3 workout so I could do cardio with her yelling, LAST CHANCE WORKOUT, GINGER! I really need heavy-handed motivation when it comes to cardio.
  
  Note to Jillian: have you considered selling downloadable audio workouts, a la iTrain or CardioCoach? So cheap to produce, so much less work than that fancy WiiFit stuff!
  
  
• I would have a wardrobe makeover with a crack team of fashion experts, They would bring the clothes to me as shops make me grumpy.
  
• I would have an Access All Areas pass to the London 2012 Olympics. Just to watch, mind. No athletic delusions here.
  
  
• I would have a column in a mag like Zest or Self for which I'd be obliged to try a different and wildly expensive sport every month and it would pay so handsomely I wouldn't have to do anything else.
  
  
• I would have an endless supply of ultra-flattering Ellie Gray contour gym pants.
  
  
• And non-skanky quality gym t-shirts.
  
  
• And it would be great if they could all be self-laundering.
  
  
• I would have an endless supply of TJ's Crunchy Roasted Almond Butter.
  
  
• I would have a massive vegetable garden where everything always grew properly. There'd be delicious selection of baby salad greens growing all year round regardless of neglect and snails.
• Someone would invent a bra as effective as the Enell but not in that creepy fabric.
  
  
• I would have the Mother of All Fitness Gadgets strapped to my wrist. Stylish heart rate monitor GPS route planner barcode scanner MP3 player Swiss Army Knife... that's another post altogether.
  
  
• I would posses a gym bag that can actually contain all of my kickboxing sparring gear PLUS my yoga mat... so on Monday night everyone at kickboxing can stop making the "Whoa, are you going camping again?" jokes every time I tumble into the room like a packhorse

I could go on all day but I will spare you.

Dr G has shared his fantasies too:

• To be totally fit and buff without any effort and/or drug abuse on my part to avoid putting on my annual "winter coat" of lard.
  
  
• To be able to consume copious amounts of real ale, crisps and chips with curry sauce without any effect on my waistline.
  
  
• To have time and health to complete all 283 Munros, including overcoming vertigo to do the really dodgy ones.

This post was inspired by the amazing Angie of You Look Fab who recently wrote about her fashion fantasies.

So... do you have any fitness fantasies that you want to share? Please be as elaborate, wild and unrealistic as you like. The wackier the better!

Episode 03 - Two Fit Chicks and a Microphone Podcast

There's a new podcast episode today! And unlike Episode 2, this one didn't take 14 hours to edit because I finally managed to record the audio properly. Woohoo!

The theme this week is goals. How do you approach them? How do you make 'em happen? How do you make sure they're  not quietly abandoned like the great knitting project of 1987 or that bloody Hundred Push Ups Challenge?

» Click here to listen to the podcast on the official site, TwoFitChicks.org

Give me a shout if you have any problems listening to it, if you should feel so inclined to listen, that is.

Another entry tomorrow, and I promise there won't be too much bitching about the end of Daylight Saving and this crippling darkness, even though it's an annual blogging tradition.

I struggle with the technology

Hello! If there is anyone out there who subscribed to the Two Fit Chicks podcast in iTunes over the past month or so, you may not have automagically received the latest episode because... well, I'm not quite sure. I was trying to add a picture to our iTunes listing and I tweaked the title so it used the word and and not an ampersand (&) and I think that screwed it all up.

So if you Unsubscribe from the podcast, then search for us again in iTunes or click this link, then re-subscribe, it seems to fix it!

This is the Podcast Help Desk equivalent of Turn The Computer Off Then Turn It Back On Again.

Thanks Diana for the heads up :)

Honestly! Podcasting tip: If you're going to badger people to listen to your amateur productions you should really get the fundamentals sorted first.

The Great Lanterns

Our beginner's luck in the garden has run out. I should have known better than to crow about the tomatoes and salad leaves so much!

Gareth had carefully nurtured three pumpkin plants from the seed packet with a view to carving his very own pumpkins this Halloween. They were truly thriving for awhile there but I think we started the process about 2.5 months too late so now we've run out of daylight hours for them to grow.

So here are the results of the pumpkin harvest with a matchstick for scale!

Maybe we'll draw some faces on 'em with markers and they can spook the sparrows.

I've never been one to apologise for not blogging because it sounds bloody ridiculous, like you're some sort of media baron with slobbering fans are hovering by the computer clicking reload all day long when in reality everyone has 100 other blogs to read not to mention jobs and lives and stuff. But my efforts this month have been shambolic and I just wanted to say it's not because I'm wildly busy and/or have nothing to say; I do, but I can't seem to get the words out in the right order. I've got three drafts on the go of equal rubbishness. I'll have another crack on the weekend.

Hope you all have a rockin' weekend!