“Santa, all I want for
2013 is a fat bank account and a skinny body. Let’s try not to mix the two up
like you did last year. Ok?”
Good evening!
I will be 40 years old tomorrow (Jayzus lads, I’m milking
this one!) and the lucky mother of four boys under seven tender years.
(Jayzus!) Needless to say I am not a size 8-10 anymore. Now I am a
perfect candidate for those Dove adverts. (I wish!)
Tonight I have decided to recap on the shedding of my baby
weight.
Last June twelve months, when our then five and a half year
old was rushed to A&E for a chest x-ray due to breathing difficulties, I stepped
onto a weighing scale in the hospital to
weigh our baby. Shur, he was grand.
I wasn't.
I weighed in at 13 stone four and a half pounds. Jayzus! I was disgusted with myself and
knew there and then that the 3am savaging of Lidl Mars bars had to stop.
I was officially "heavy."
Heavy for me I would like to stress. I am not tall, and it was time to stop making
excuses for myself.
I was breastfeeding at the time and using that as a justification
to pig out. I cut down on the chocolate and the first week alone I lost three
pounds, such was the amount of the stuff I was putting away. I swept and
scrubbed floors in our new house as a form of exercise. Conor had been
diagnosed with asthma and I embarked on a dust killing mission.
I also began walking every day. At first I would turn left at our gate and walk for 10 minutes. It took me 15 to walk back home. Pretty soon I was walking an almost 5k circuit under no pressure at all and a little thought took root in my head: "I wonder would I be able to run this circuit."
The weight was melting off all the time and with the help of my music, I started to run for half a song and walk till I got my puff back. Then I would repeat the step. The next time I went out I ran for an entire song, etc. etc. Then I bought a book called Run Fat B!tch Run! and was peppered with even more inspiration.
The first time I ran that circuit, it almost killed me but by god, was I proud of myself. I am now what they call a runner. I run for shits and giggles, to set myself new challenges every day. I completed my first and so far, only, 5K race earlier this year in the Phoenix Park with Ray D'Arcy from Today FM.
Now, if the weather and time constraints aren’t too awkward, I average 5k three to four times a week and if I cannot get out on the road, we are lucky enough to have a large garden. 12 rounds of this field sees me complete my 5k target. The neighbours think I am a candidate for the loony bin - me and a black teenage Labrador racing each other round the garden with four small kids standing on the decking shouting, “run fat bitch, run,” at me.
I also began walking every day. At first I would turn left at our gate and walk for 10 minutes. It took me 15 to walk back home. Pretty soon I was walking an almost 5k circuit under no pressure at all and a little thought took root in my head: "I wonder would I be able to run this circuit."
The weight was melting off all the time and with the help of my music, I started to run for half a song and walk till I got my puff back. Then I would repeat the step. The next time I went out I ran for an entire song, etc. etc. Then I bought a book called Run Fat B!tch Run! and was peppered with even more inspiration.
The first time I ran that circuit, it almost killed me but by god, was I proud of myself. I am now what they call a runner. I run for shits and giggles, to set myself new challenges every day. I completed my first and so far, only, 5K race earlier this year in the Phoenix Park with Ray D'Arcy from Today FM.
Now, if the weather and time constraints aren’t too awkward, I average 5k three to four times a week and if I cannot get out on the road, we are lucky enough to have a large garden. 12 rounds of this field sees me complete my 5k target. The neighbours think I am a candidate for the loony bin - me and a black teenage Labrador racing each other round the garden with four small kids standing on the decking shouting, “run fat bitch, run,” at me.
That last bit is a lie. The kids are in bed or those
old enough to sit still for 20 minutes, watch a cartoon whilst I pound the
ground for my sanity.
August 3 rd saw the birth of this Big Bird series. Four months later my attempt to lose a half stone by Christmas has surpassed all expectations. I have lost 9 pounds to date. I have 4 more pounds to go and I will have lost three stone since June 2011.
Yes, I am pleased with myself. I feel great. I did it! I’m still doing it! At times it was hard going but I kept at it.
August 3 rd saw the birth of this Big Bird series. Four months later my attempt to lose a half stone by Christmas has surpassed all expectations. I have lost 9 pounds to date. I have 4 more pounds to go and I will have lost three stone since June 2011.
Yes, I am pleased with myself. I feel great. I did it! I’m still doing it! At times it was hard going but I kept at it.
I’m feeling all nostalgic tonight. It’s almost Christmas (where is the
atmosphere? Answers on a postcard
please!) And this is my last Big Bird instalment. Oh ok, you will most likely hear from me in
2013 banging on about how I gained X amount over Christmas. It has been said that the average person will
gain 5 to 8 pounds over the festive season.
Enjoy every last one of them!!!
Anything that is gained that quickly will also be lost
quickly. Don’t stress. Isn’t the New Year
the perfect time to get
back on track? Just don’t, please, don’t
join a gym. Don’t get me wrong. Gyms are good. Gyms are very good. But it is also another very well-known fact
that those of us who fork out every January for a gym membership don’t use it!
They go for maybe the month of January but that’s it.
If you must sign up, find one that allows you to join for
three months.
If you are interested, I have a couple of tips that were
very helpful to me over the last 18 months.
Don’t do everything all at once. Making that decision is always the first step. Once that is done, you are on the way. Do something small every week. For example, next week resolve to drink more
water. Keep a glass on the sink or your
bedside locker or a bottle on your desk.
Keep it close to hand and most importantly, drink it.
Then the following week keep drinking the water and maybe
cut down on chocolate. Notice I said cut
down and not out. You don’t want to be
miserable.
By the end of those two weeks, I promise you, there will be
a difference.
The third week, with all the water and the cutting down of
the chocolate/bread/booze whatever your vice is; go for a twenty minute walk
during the day.
That’s it. That is
all you have to do. Simple steps but do them every day. They can’t but make a difference.
Do I have to mention my magic Matcha tea again? Oh, alright.
I am still drinking it. Two large
glasses a day. Don’t tell anyone I said
this but it is bloody expensive stuff at €20 to €25 a tin. I average two a month easily. But I don’t smoke and I don’t drink.
Stop laughing!!!!! I
drink very little. This year I have been
out three times so far. The odd bottle
on Friday night and finished on Saturday.
Not that I am explaining myself to anyone. I’m just saying……
The budget was a bastard so the tea might have to be brought
back a little bit but I’m playing that one by ear.
Take it from me; there were weeks when I was amazed I had
lost anything at all and shocked to find it was a pound and a quarter! (Week 17)
I attribute the Matcha Tea to that.
I have had some lovely people approach me about this Friday
night’s blog and how they find it inspirational. Thank you!
I found putting all of my cards on the table to be a pretty good
incentive to keep going.
But most importantly of all; be kind to yourself for God
sake. Whether you are on a health kick
or not. Make it fun and it will get
done. Remember that!
And remember this too.
In fact write it down and stick it on your fridge where you will see it
several times a day – “Real women are
fat. And thin. And both, and neither and otherwise.” Hanne Blank
August 2012 -
eleven stone three and a half pounds
November 30th – ten stone seven and a half pounds
December 7th – ten stone eight and a half pounds (gained one pound)
Congratulations and Happy Birthday!
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