Help! Can anyone identify this strange vegetable that appeared in our vegie box today?
Update: It’s kohlrabi. Thanks everyone!
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Everyone tells me that the Last 10 Pounds are the hardest to lose. I think this will be the case for me. But I have to admit, it’s mostly because I am making them the hardest.
I’m being a tad premature, since I actually have 15.3 pounds (6.9 kg) til I reach just the top of my healthy weight range. But there’s no doubting I’m at the business end of this lard busting adventure and it sucks. Why is it taking me so bloody long? You’d think after losing 170 pounds that a piddling fifteen more would be a breeze. I should be overjoyed! I should be throwing myself into completing the task! So why I am dawdling along in a halfassed manner?
I think I’m chicken shit, to be honest. I’m scared that I’ll get to a healthy weight but will still look like a flabmonster, therefore I’ll need to lose even MORE weight and never be free of this stinking task. Therefore it’s better remain comfortably overweight so I never have to properly finish and find out.
Or maybe part of me is scared of finishing the job because once it’s finished, I will have to find another obsession to throw myself into, and I have become quite fond of this lard-busting journey in a way, with all its ups and downs. It’s comfy and cosy and a great way to avoid any other Issues in your life.
Another part of me worries that if this journey Ends, I’ll no longer be a legitimate part of this lovely cosy blogging world. I’ll be like some middle-aged fart who keeps hanging around his old high school, because that’s where he spent the best years of his life. All his old teachers have moved on and the current students think he’s some sort of pervert, but he just can’t let go.
Or perhaps I am simply too lazy. You know when you’re a kid and there’s certain phrases your parents have to say to you over and over again, so often that it becomes permanently engraved on your brain? Mine was always, You always leave things half-finished. Do the job properly!
Mums are smart, I tell you. She had my character sussed right from the start.
But I can’t let this become just another half-knitted scarf or play-without-an-ending, shoved up the back of the cupboard. I want to finish this job. I will, I will! Just have to keep reminding myself of what I want, especially when confronted with Caramel Shortcakes.
So here’s to the Final Fifteen. They’ll only be as hard to lose as I let them.
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I’ve never been a fan of gym cardio – treadmills, bikes, elliptical trainers. I always feel like I am huffing and puffing on the road to nowhere. But with crappy weather, crappy knees and some of my classes being permanently cancelled, I’ve had to venture back into the mirrored sweatbox.
But it’s actually enjoyable with a bit of forward planning. I’m a big fan of interval training, the variations of speed and intensity make the time go much faster. It’s even better if I bring Pedro, my iPod shuffle, and work the intervals into the Playlist.
This will probably be of no interest to anyone unless you’re particularly nerdy, but I’ll tell you all about yesterday’s session anyway. It was about 50 minutes, split between the bike and the cross trainer machine.
For warm-up we had Jump by Van Halen, because it’s incredibly cheesy and makes me laugh. You may as well get yourself into a good mood if you’re going to spend an hour getting sweaty.
Tracks 2 – 4 gradually got faster and more intense. I varied my speed and the resistance on the cross-trainer, sometimes going backwards for variety, and putting on bursts of speed for the choruses.
Track 5 was Thunderstruck by AC/DC. It’s one of my favourite Body Pump shoulder tracks, but here it is good active recovery, slow and pounding. Once I got my breath back I increased the resistance to fry the legs.
Track 6, Smack My Bitch Up, is hella fast and furious! It always gets me in the mood for moving. I decreased the resistance but basically sprinted like the clappers, as fast as I could for the five minutes. Same deal for Track 7. After this I am sweating like a bush pig, to borrow a phrase Pete used to say. That’s when I had a quick stretch then jumped on the bike.
The bike started with James Brown, a medium-paced funky track to recover. Woohoo! Then it was Transmission by Joy Division, with the best bass ever, and 3 minutes 34 seconds of sprinting! Killer!
After that it’s Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand, a slinky and perfectly paced recovery. Again I increase the resistance once I’d recovered. I also used this time to sing along and watch the big freaky blokes doing their weights. I love how their eyes always dart around when they’re checking the mirrors, to see if anyone’s checking them out.
Next it was that old chestnut, Girls And Boys by Blur, in which I sprinted through the choruses. Then I cruised into the B-52’s track, a nice and steady pedal with mediun resistance to finish off the sweaty section
I cooled down with a laid back Lemonheads song then hopped off for some stretching. Then it was a ten minute walk home to finish. Huzzah! If you’re a certified cardiophobe like me, I say iPods are the way forward!
Today it’s upper body weights. Woohoo! Hope you’re all having a lovely Easter!