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fitbit: 11 – 17 June 2012

Each week I get a lovely newsletter from fibit with my weekly stats, and I thought I would share some of them here.

I managed to take 57,787 steps last week, which is actually down from my average. That’s a total of 40.80km… which doesn’t include the weekend when I forgot to wear the damned thing. Not too shabby.

I don’t entirely trust my calories in vs out… I don’t record on the weekends so it isn’t accurate. However, it does tell me that my weight is down 2.6kg. Woot! It was back up a bit this Monday (which I expected), but as long as it is moving down overall, I’m happy.

The most disturbing stat this week is my sleep. My average sleep duration last week was 3 hours and 36 minutes. YIKES. On average I was awakened FIFTEEN times.

I haven’t been sleeping well (stress, innit?) but it is a wee bit shocking to see just how badly. Sleep is such an important part of your overall health (physical as well as emotional and mental) so I think I’m going to have to focus on this metric a bit more. I slept well over the weekend (mmmm…. lazy lie ins) but Sunday night and last night (Monday) I could not shut down. I think a week of regular bedtimes, wakeup times and perhaps some melatonin might do me some good. As would winning the lottery… that would kill loads of my stress and I sleep better in a hammock on the beach anyway. Haha.

The ups and downs

It’s been awhile since I’ve written about my weight loss attempts, because frankly I haven’t even been trying lately. Blame the Queen (for all the long weekends). Blame the weather (for all the energy-draining pisstastic weather). Blame Rich (for the wedding).

Mostly though, blame me.

I don’t really know why I do this. I do something that works to reduce my mass, but then after I start succeeding, I give up before I can actually succeed. There’s definitely a pattern to it – just check out this graph of my weight over the last year.

Not I’m not willing to show you the actual weight numbers… I’m not as brave as some fantastic people I know!

There is an 11kg (25lb or nearly 2 stone) difference between my lowest weight (the first “YAY”) and my highest (the “WTF”) during the last year. Why did I a) stop doing what I was doing to drop the weight and b) wait until I was so much heavier again before trying to do something about it?

I think if I can figure that out, not only will I finally get to a healthy weight, but I’ll also stop hanging out in my overdraft (I honestly believe that whatever it is that drives me to avoid weight regulation also drives me to avoid budgeting).

In the meantime, I’m gonna try again. It’s all I can do, right? Pick up where I am and try again. So far this week, what I’m doing is working. Here’s the graph for this week.

I’m pretty pleased with myself. I’m down 3.5kg (nearly 8 pounds) in four days. I completely understand that I can’t maintain that pace, but as long as it keeps dropping, I’m happy.

So what am I doing? I’m basically following the advice in Timothy Ferriss’ book “The 4 Hour Body“.  Again. It’s how I lost a bunch of weight at the beginning of 2011, before I gave up (WHY WHY WHY?) at the end of April and went back to my old lifestyle.

The advice in that book may not be for everyone, but it does work for me. When I follow it, I mean. Obviously. Which I hope to keep doing this time. I would still like to get to my goal weight by the end of the year. To make that happen, I have to be a bit more dedicated.

So… here’s to being a bit more dedicated for the second half of 2012. I’ll try to blog more about my progress, what I’m doing to make it work (or what is getting in the way of making it work) and hopefully – by 31 December 2012 – I’ll be celebrating being a healthy weight for the first time in my life since childhood. Wouldn’t that be grand?


For the past few months, I have been fully and whole-heartedly off the wagon when it comes to my diet and exercise. I thought I would pick it back up right after the wedding I went to in Ireland, but … Continue reading

Goal Tracking. Weeks 13, 14 and 15.


Week 13: Success. On track for 12/52 weeks so far.
Week 14: FAIL! On track for 12/52 weeks so far.
Week 15: FAIL! On track for 12/52 weeks so far.

I wasn’t really surprised about weeks 14 and 15, to be honest. I’ve been on holidays for the last couple of weeks and have been eating (and drinking) a LOT. And although I’ve been walking a lot on my holidays, it hasn’t been enough to make up for the amount of pub grub and ales I’ve inhaled.

Like I said before: You can’t outrun your fork. Back to better eating then!

De-Ragifying with the Zoms

A strange thing happened to me today.

Started out as a fairly regular Monday. You know. Pretty shit. Had to get up early. Had to get on a stinky, crowded train. Decided that rather than walk to work (Waterloo to London Bridge) I would take more of a stinky train to get in early.

Got in early. No bananas. Work work work worky work. Gym at lunch – ran 5km. Fairly standard.

Work work work worky work. (There may have been a meeting or two in that worky work there somewhere).

Commute home, stinky train. Pick up groceries. Eat some dinner, eff about online. Talk to my moms (which is always a highlight) but then RAGE RAGE RAGE (my poor, patient moms) about a particularly INFURIATING work thing that is going on.

I was very ragey again today. There is a thing (the same “thing” as always) at work and a thing in my personal life that is filling me full of rageohol.

Now, if you know me, you know how I deal with rageohol: Usually I dilute it with alcohol. Seems like the right thing to do.

But today… today I got changed into my running shit after my call with my moms. I fired up my Runkeeper and Zombies, Run! apps. And I went for a motherfucking run.

Now… here’s the strange thing that happened (I mean – over and above the fact that I went for a run instead of a pint): I liked it.

There was a point where I was actually enjoying the exercise. Double-you Tee Eff, man? ENJOYING THE RUNNING.

I’m sat here now in minor amounts of pain. My feet are a wee bit torn apart (I did run nearly 15km today in total – and this after running 10km yesterday… WHO EVEN AM I?) and I’m pretty sure my thighs are going to be non-functioning tomorrow (there is already a pretty deep ache)… but I feel good.

And not just self-righteous good (a by-product of any exercise if you are me), but good-good. My rage has subsided. I am feeling fairly at piece with the universe.

I hope this is a feeling I can remember (not the feet/thighs part – the other part) because I would like to feel this way more often.

This was my run, by the way. Check out those changes in elevation. That first hill is where the zoms nearly got me. I thought I was going to vomit (zom vom) when I got to the top… I’m not nearly in shape enough to fucking sprint up a hill that far into a run.

Who knew that trying to escape a murderous pack of zombies would motivate me enough to run and run and run. Bless you, zombies.

Goal Tracking. Week 12.

This week: Success. On track for 11/52 weeks so far.

HOWEVER. I am not on track for keeping up with the goal tracking. How am I already a week behind? SAD TIMES.

I’m not sure what has been happening in my brain for the last few weeks, but I’ve been highly resistant to getting shit done. It’s like weaponised procrastination.

Not just the blog – I haven’t been tracking my exercise or food properly. I haven’t been doing my laundry (just caught up this week). The list could go on and on.

I’m not sure if it is still a push-back from the uber-restraint that was February, or if it turns out that I’m just that fucking lazy. I’d like to blame the former, but I’m fairly sure that it is the latter.

Anyway: Tomorrow’s goal tracking is NOT going to be pretty. At all. But I’m okay with that. Hopefully it will motivate me to get back on track.

Goal Tracking. Week 11.

This week: Success. On track for 10/52 weeks so far.

This is a mini-success, for although I have dropped from last week’s weigh-in, I am still up over what I was two weeks ago. I’m okay with that though, because there have been other wins.

Like last night. Last night I ran 8.27km in an hour. Which is pretty super. I’m feeling good about that.

And on the weekend I bought trousers a size smaller than usual. More win.

Goal Tracking. Week 10.

This week: FAIL! On track for 9/52 weeks so far.

I thought I would be more uptight about my weight being up this week… but I’m totes not. Couple of reasons:

1. I KNEW it was going to be up this week. It was nearly deliberate.
2. It is good for me to fail so I don’t set myself up to think that I have to be perfect this entire year (because I don’t).

After the detox ended on 29 February, I went on a “vacation” from all this uptightness around my body. I stop recording every movement and every morsel. I didn’t exercise on purpose. I drank beer. I ate pizza.

Yesterday was the last day of absolute indulgence – I’m back to trying to eat in a healthy yet balanced way.

As for this week’s “fail”… now I’m free to be imperfect. I don’t have to beat myself up later when I’ve had 25 “perfect” weeks and then my weight bumps up. It helps me focus on what is really important:  Things are trending in the right way.

And although my weight went up from last week, so did my lean mass. Meanwhile, my body fat percentage was down from last Tuesday. So… not that big a fail, all things considered!

Obsessive Compulsive Predicament

Although generally my obsessiveness with certain… perfections… can be helpful, there are times I worry that I go to far.

I have been doing a detox for the month of February. And now, on the last day… I’m so glad this month is over. Because although I have been eating well, the extremely strict rules I’ve subjected myself to means that I haven’t been enjoying much of a social life these days.

Have I mentioned the rules? My rules? The rules I’ve put on myself like a bully? No? Well, here they are:

1. No booze.
2. No wheat.
3. No gluten.
4. No coffee.
5. No sugar.
6. No preservatives.
7. No dairy.
8. No fruit.
9. No artificial sweeteners.
10. No legumes.

So what have I been ingesting? Mostly meat and vegetables. And it has been wonderful. I’ve had fresh scallops pan fried in purified butter with farmer’s bacon, roasted oak-smoked garlic and freshly cut cilantro. I’ve had bunless burgers with home-made guacamole and salsa served with sweet potato fries dipped in chipotle mayonnaise. Sounds great, doesn’t it?

But that was here, in my house. Where I can control each and every ingredient. You know where you can’t do that? Everywhere else. So I haven’t been eating in restaurants. The lack of alcohol (or really, any alternative drinks one would normally have in a pub, like Diet Coke or juice) means that I’m not really into going out for drinks. So I haven’t been out much.

The upside is that I’ve saved enough money doing this that I was able to buy two pairs of new shoes. Mmmm…. new shoes.

So what’s the issue? I’m obsessive about details.

This means I haven’t slipped. Not once. For the entire month. I couldn’t relax about it. Even the fact that I wouldn’t go out and risk accidentally eating something on my “No no, bad Jodi” list is sort of wrong. Don’t you think?

Not weird enough? How about the fact that I’ve been dreaming about breaking the rules? Obsessive.

Now that I’m  the end of the month, I’m not going to go back to my old way of eating. Because that would also be stupid… it’s how I got to be a chubbo in the first place. But I do need to relax a bit or I’m going to drive myself insane.

When I wasn’t eating well at all (helllOOOOooo pizza and beer), it didn’t matter if once (or even twice) a week I ate a good, healthy meal. I still packed on the weight.  What I need to remember  now is that the opposite also holds true:  If I am eating well most of the time, it won’t matter if I eat something unhealthy once (or even twice) a week… I’m not going to suddenly get fat(ter) again.

So what was the result of this bloody experiment? I dropped some weight and some inches… but I think that would have happened anyway. And I don’t have any additional energy – less in fact as I’ve been too restrictive on the calorie intake. A positive take-away is that I don’t seem to have any sensitivities to any of the foods I restricted. YAY COFFEE!

I’m glad it is over and that I can go back to eating in a less restricted but healthy way. I certainly won’t do it again. My personality just doesn’t allow for it.

Goal Tracking. Week 9.

This week: Success. On track for 9/52 weeks so far.

I didn’t think I was going to pull this off this week – right up until yesterday I was either the same weight or higher than last Tuesday. Yikesipops.

I think the “stall” is because I have been drastically under-eating… by accident. I just don’t think that I’m doing that much activity… but yesterday I walked/ran for a total of nearly 25km (at least 6km of which was running) and today I’ve walked 13km. So I’m burning more than I think.

Just today and tomorrow left and I’m done with the detox. I can’t flipping wait to eat some fruit!