the health kick
Recently, I got myself a personal trainer. Now, because this seemed to coincide with the biggest loser, everyone thought it was pretty funny. But I felt like I had to do something because I had lost all motivation.
When I moved out of home I started eating better, working out a little more regularly and then I lost a bit of weight… within a few weeks everyone was asking if I had lost weight. A good feeling.
But then, I got so stressed from the housemate issues and I started having anxiety and my motivation slipped away. The real eye opener was the Saturday I got dressed in my gym clothes but continued to sit in the bed for the next 6 hours. I then did the same thing Sunday, because I simply felt like I couldn’t get out of the bed and do that.
So now, once a week my personal trainer – Heath (was there ever a more personal trainerish name!) comes over, makes me work hard and sets me some homework, so I feel guilty if I don’t do something. After all, I am spending a good $30 a week for this, therefore I had better perform. Haven't really noticed any results yet (although I have only had 2 sessions) but I am going to the gym a little more. Its not so much about weight loss, because I don’t really carry that much extra weight, at my biggest I'm a size 12, but that’s mainly due to my hips being so damn curvy and I know that even if I lose every bit of fat from my waist, they will still be a 10/12 and my hip bones will jut out like they did when I was dancing. So even if I lose a stack of weight, my clothes are still going to fit… I do hope to get a flat stomach one of these days… I know that’s a lot to ask for someone who adores their chocolate and alcohol, but I figure if I can just once get a flat stomach it won't matter when I'm 40 and pudgy because I can look back and go “but I used to have a flat stomach!”
The inevitable thing about getting older is that you will get pudgy because the older you get, the harder it is to lose weight and retain muscle. Look at my dad, one of the fittest people out there – runs numerous kms a week, does marathons, rides his bike to work everyday, but he has got a beer belly from all those years of good aussie beer drinking. So I figure, while I am still young enough, I should be trying to get myself into shape and hopefully start some good habits for the future, because one day, no matter what I do, I'm sure ill be pudgy and I won't really care because I want to be healthy. At the moment I can't run or do cardio for more than 5 minutes without getting wheezy (and a lot of it is brought on by my asthma in the cold weather) so I hope to boost that up!
One of the biggest things I’ve noticed since I moved out of home is the fact that eating healthy feels really good. its not that I ate a lot of crap back home, but I did eat more junk because if I was coming home late from work, or there was nothing for lunch in the fridge, it was just easier.
So now that its my house, my kitchen, and there isn’t a maccas drive through nearby, it feels good to eat good. each day for breakfast I have toast, yoghurt and maybe some fruit, for lunch its usually leftovers or soup and bread, for dinner I make things like curry (my all time favourite food! I make so many kinds now!) or spinach pie (so damn good I should put the recipe up!!) or chicken and vegies, or paella… I could go on. I try to make at least one new recipe each week. And I aim for each meal to have 3 types of vegies or more.
The only thing ruining the good eating is the housemates. Example: the boy made fish and vegies for dinner Friday night. We sit down to eat and N complains about the amount of vegies, then refuses to eat them.
What does N make for dinner? Tacos, chile, frozen lasagne, or spaghetti with a bunch of cheese in it.
What does E make for dinner? Her specialty is what me and the boy call ASSTA. It is pasta, covered in a jar of sauce, covered in cheese and baked in the over. Gross. Or she makes a roast, but covers the vegies in so much oil you feel like you are eating oil and the only green you get is a few peas. Or she will make some crazy recipe she found that looked “weird” so she thought she would make it. But she hardly ever puts a vegie in it. Last week as the boy looked mournfully down at the assta, she said “but I put some parsley in it so theres some green!” she wasn’t joking.
Currently we are trying to work out how to tell the housemates that we can't stomach their cooking. Last week after getting home from 2 days working on the road, eating junk because it was all I could get, i came home to my dinner in the oven – a burger (egg, meat, tomato, cheese, thin slice of lettuce) with a side dish of sausages!!!! I took one bite and then threw it out. The boy had a go at them “sausages aren’t vegetables. Make some fucking vegetables” and got told “whats wrong with lettuce. It’s a vegetable?”
God damn.
So my health kick is hindered by them… just like everything else in my life at the moment!
When I moved out of home I started eating better, working out a little more regularly and then I lost a bit of weight… within a few weeks everyone was asking if I had lost weight. A good feeling.
But then, I got so stressed from the housemate issues and I started having anxiety and my motivation slipped away. The real eye opener was the Saturday I got dressed in my gym clothes but continued to sit in the bed for the next 6 hours. I then did the same thing Sunday, because I simply felt like I couldn’t get out of the bed and do that.
So now, once a week my personal trainer – Heath (was there ever a more personal trainerish name!) comes over, makes me work hard and sets me some homework, so I feel guilty if I don’t do something. After all, I am spending a good $30 a week for this, therefore I had better perform. Haven't really noticed any results yet (although I have only had 2 sessions) but I am going to the gym a little more. Its not so much about weight loss, because I don’t really carry that much extra weight, at my biggest I'm a size 12, but that’s mainly due to my hips being so damn curvy and I know that even if I lose every bit of fat from my waist, they will still be a 10/12 and my hip bones will jut out like they did when I was dancing. So even if I lose a stack of weight, my clothes are still going to fit… I do hope to get a flat stomach one of these days… I know that’s a lot to ask for someone who adores their chocolate and alcohol, but I figure if I can just once get a flat stomach it won't matter when I'm 40 and pudgy because I can look back and go “but I used to have a flat stomach!”
The inevitable thing about getting older is that you will get pudgy because the older you get, the harder it is to lose weight and retain muscle. Look at my dad, one of the fittest people out there – runs numerous kms a week, does marathons, rides his bike to work everyday, but he has got a beer belly from all those years of good aussie beer drinking. So I figure, while I am still young enough, I should be trying to get myself into shape and hopefully start some good habits for the future, because one day, no matter what I do, I'm sure ill be pudgy and I won't really care because I want to be healthy. At the moment I can't run or do cardio for more than 5 minutes without getting wheezy (and a lot of it is brought on by my asthma in the cold weather) so I hope to boost that up!
One of the biggest things I’ve noticed since I moved out of home is the fact that eating healthy feels really good. its not that I ate a lot of crap back home, but I did eat more junk because if I was coming home late from work, or there was nothing for lunch in the fridge, it was just easier.
So now that its my house, my kitchen, and there isn’t a maccas drive through nearby, it feels good to eat good. each day for breakfast I have toast, yoghurt and maybe some fruit, for lunch its usually leftovers or soup and bread, for dinner I make things like curry (my all time favourite food! I make so many kinds now!) or spinach pie (so damn good I should put the recipe up!!) or chicken and vegies, or paella… I could go on. I try to make at least one new recipe each week. And I aim for each meal to have 3 types of vegies or more.
The only thing ruining the good eating is the housemates. Example: the boy made fish and vegies for dinner Friday night. We sit down to eat and N complains about the amount of vegies, then refuses to eat them.
What does N make for dinner? Tacos, chile, frozen lasagne, or spaghetti with a bunch of cheese in it.
What does E make for dinner? Her specialty is what me and the boy call ASSTA. It is pasta, covered in a jar of sauce, covered in cheese and baked in the over. Gross. Or she makes a roast, but covers the vegies in so much oil you feel like you are eating oil and the only green you get is a few peas. Or she will make some crazy recipe she found that looked “weird” so she thought she would make it. But she hardly ever puts a vegie in it. Last week as the boy looked mournfully down at the assta, she said “but I put some parsley in it so theres some green!” she wasn’t joking.
Currently we are trying to work out how to tell the housemates that we can't stomach their cooking. Last week after getting home from 2 days working on the road, eating junk because it was all I could get, i came home to my dinner in the oven – a burger (egg, meat, tomato, cheese, thin slice of lettuce) with a side dish of sausages!!!! I took one bite and then threw it out. The boy had a go at them “sausages aren’t vegetables. Make some fucking vegetables” and got told “whats wrong with lettuce. It’s a vegetable?”
God damn.
So my health kick is hindered by them… just like everything else in my life at the moment!
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