See that? That coloured piece of material that flew through the air just then? That was the towel. I've thrown it in. I give up. I have no more oomph inside me. That's it. Why? I've not lost any weight for about 5 weeks now and I'm fed up trying.
Having lost just over 4 stone in the past two years, things had gotten off to a roaring start. This has now changed to more of a 'pfft' than a 'ROOOOAAAAR'. So I am a bit disheartened.
I had to have an ECG a few weeks ago. This was done at the doctors surgery and I saw the nurse. Rather amusingly the patient alert flashed on the screen and told the nurse I was 'obese'. She glanced at it and looked at me. "yes, I've lost a bit of weight" I said laughing.
When I lay down, stripped to the waist (with the very delightful modesty paper towel covering my bits) she looked at me and said "well, you don't need to lose anymore weight though do you?". If I wasn't already lying down I would have fallen! I can't remember ever being told that in my life before. It was a moment I would keep at the fore of my mind and, consequently, bore my friends with ...
For the first time in my life the BMI index says I am in the healthy weight range for my height (and I wasn't on my tip toes). This is great news. My aim was to get fitter and slimmer and I have achieved this, so why am I still unhappy? I don't think any of us are truly happy with the way we look and, having had this thought in my head today, I have changed my tack.
My day has started with a 3k run - yes I ran for the whole 3k - only took 22 minutes (not bad for me). I wore my new running tights (an early Christmas present) size 12 Ronhill winter tights. I felt great.
As I was running through the park - sticking to the trails instead of the icy concrete paths - I started thinking. When I first took up running in March I used to panic when my coaching app said 'run', especially when I knew the next interval was 60 seconds running. Today I ran for the 22 minutes and didn't really struggle too much. Alright, so I ducked out of the hilly route in favour of the muddy one, but hey - it still counts right? On the running machine I did 5k in 40 minutes, a slow pace, but I did run the whole time. Who would have though I could do this back in March?
I remember telling my brother that I had taken up running. He nearly snorted his drink through his nose! "you and running, in the same sentence, don't really go together do they?" or something of the sort, was his sarcastic reply. Well, he is eating his words now and is very supportive - I think!
So, my new tack is - if you hadn't already guessed - focussing on my running. I am stopping focussing on what I am eating - although I'm still going to avoid junk food. I am hoping to get back to running 3 times a week. This is my goal for January. That, and entering a 5k race.
Anyone else got their New Year Plans sorted yet?