BOOOO! I hate it when races are decided on legal technicalities – and while the brand new “Brawny Virgins” (tee hee!) team had a great weekend, the outcome of the Melbourne Grand Prix will ultimately be decided in court. BOOOOOOO!
In other news: I’m really hoping to repeat last Monday’s effort and get to the super early Body Attack class in the morning. Last week I ended up doing:
Monday: 1 hour Body Attack
Tuesday: 25 minutes cardio followed by one hour of Pilates
Thursday… ummmm – I can’t remember what I did Thursday! Oh, that’s right – still migraineous, and since it was show holiday the gym was only open in the morning, and I missed it.
Friday: Ki Max, one hour.
Saturday – ummmm … slobbed on the couch and slept!
Sunday – same again. In my defence, it was (of course) the first Grand Prix of the year, and the only one where we get this much coverage – normally we’re lucky to see qualifying and the race.
So – not a good week. And a really dreadful week food-wise too – I STILL have this GINORMOUS MENTAL BLOCK about recording what I’m eating. A coupla days I did use the online food diary on Calorie King, but that’s not really working. But then, neither is my not writing stuff down!
ARRGGGGH! WHAT is going on here? I feel simultaneously out of control and not WANTING to be controlled – What the …?
I KNOW what I have to do to lose the weight. I KNOW IT!!! I know I have to eat at regular times, and watch the calories, and make sure I’m getting the right balance of carbs and protein and everything else. WHY CAN’T I DO IT?
This is not helped this evening by my enormously bloated tummy. Whether it was something I ate today (I was bad – dates! pecans! almonds! curry with sultanas in it (again) for dinner!) or having a late afternoon sleep with my CPAP machine on I don’t know. But it hurts.
Last time I weighed myself I was heavier than the week before. Again, I KNOW that measurements on the scale are NOT the most important thing – but they can really de-rail me. You can tell me ’til the cows come home that what matters is lean muscle mass, that getting stronger and losing inches are better indicators of how I’m doing… but none of that helps when I’m feeling blah.
Anyway, new week, new start: I will do better on recording what I eat. I will get exercise on more days this week. And I will go to bed right now! My gym gear is all ready to go, the alarms are set.. I just have to sleep.