I want to today to be Perfect, dammit. I am still using Weight Loss Resources to plan and track my food, and it tells me at 87.5 kilos wanting to lose at the rate of 0.75kg per week, I need to eat 1537 calories per day.
This didn’t happen yesterday, even though I ate exactly what I’d planned in the Food Planner. Except I added some leftover sandwiches at work, some globs of my homemade hummus and carrots, numerous nibbles while cooking tea and a huge bite of SC’s chocolate chip biscuit. That all adds up pretty quick.
So today I am publicly declaring my intention to have a Perfect Day and stick to my plan. Maybe this way I won’t have sneaky calories that may fool the world but not my hefty arse. As of lunch I’ve had 795, leaving 742 for the rest of the day. This is plenty for some fruit, a pre-run snack and my Mushroom Burger dinner. There is really no need for me to eat anything more than that. Ooh how nice it would be to say I actually stuck to the plan. I am determined, woo!
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Tales from the Scale is now on Sale! (How Dr Suess is that sentence?)
It’s a real live book! It’s not in the UK til June, no idea about Australia; but in the States (and Canada, I believe) you’ll find it in all good bookshops and on Amazon. In case you missed me crapping on about this before, Tales is the creation of fitness blogging supremo, Erin Shea. Apart from her own delicious writing, the book also has contributions from a whole bunch of groovy blogging types, such as Mopie and Robyn. Robyn was the very first weight loss journal I’d ever read, way back in 2000. It was through her hilarious and insightful writing I finally began to believe it was possible to lose a megaload of weight. Needless to say I’m dead chuffed to be in such good company. I really enjoyed the read – the stories will make you laugh and cry and think and realise you’re not alone in this lard-busting caper.
I finally got hold of a copy last week and all I can say is… wheeeeeeeeeee! Seeing my name above my chapters in a real live book was the biggest thrill. I was trying to act all cool and nonchalant with SC, saying how I was just a few pages in amongst a whole lot of other pages in Erin’s book… but then the glee won out and I had to jump up and down for awhile. This is something I’ve dreamed of my whole freaking life. I remember being six years old when all my wee friends wanted to be firemen or teachers or astronauts, I’d always say "I want to be an author". I dunno where I heard the word but I liked the way it sounded; if you can imagine a tiny Aussie accent: OR-THA!. All I ever did was write and write and write. I’d go into my own little world and I was so happy there. I always had several plays and "novels" on the go, always stapling the pages together to "publish" them. The highlight of my year was summer holidays when Mum would bring home one of the computers from her school so I could write all day long and pretend I was a real Ortha.
Somehow in high school I lost that innocent love for writing; I was so sidetracked by homework and teen angst. It wasn’t until after university when I discovered blogs that I remembered how much writing used to thrill me, how it feels so natural and essential and right to me like water or chocolate. I know I must sound so terribly immodest but I just had to say how exciting it was to see that book. A dream come true. I feel teary now just thinking about it. Best of all my Mum doesn’t know anything about it yet – I sent her the book in the post for her birthday so it should be a great surprise for her.
So thank you Erin for letting me be part of the project amongst such esteemed company. Now you lot, why not go forth and buy the book? You won’t regret it.