The experience of an old school friend’s daughter, very sad in this day and age…
#iamthatfriend #celiacdisease #gluten
Since I got back from my holiday to Provence in the south France over two months ago I have been unable to get back into the healthy lifestyle I was in before I went. I used to have a green smoothie every day, I rarely ate bread or processed foods, filled up on vegetables and if I wanted something sweet I ate some fruit. I drank water and green tea and took a concoction of supplements, I went to the gym, A LOT, I enjoyed my classes and I looked forward to going to them.
At first I blamed France and the two weeks of wine, bread, cheese, cake and all the foodie loveliness I had eaten while there. Here are some examples…
I have also blamed the perimenopause of which I am in full swing but any symptoms are eased when I excercise and eat healthy and are worse when I’m being unhealthy! I also blame working late and being tired for not cooking and eating crap.
They are just excuses to ease my mind and take the blame away from me but I know that I only have myself to blame.
I have tried to be good, I really have, and I have been going to the gym as much as I can and I got an allotment two months ago and so have been doing a lot of digging. Alas I have just used this as an excuse to eat more, not more of the healthy stuff but more of the crap! I’m also not enjoying my gym classes as much at the moment and I don’t know why but is probably why I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty if I miss a session. Plus I still haven’t started the ‘couch to 5k’ I wrote about a month ago and I am very frustrated with myself. I tell myself on a regular basis that tomorrow will be the day that I start being healthy again but tomorrow comes and goes and any effort I do make is soon gone. The mad thing is I much prefer healthy food to the crap, I love salad and all veggies (hence the allotment) but I have eaten fewer salads this summer than I did last winter.
And so I am here to say ‘tomorrow I am going to start again’. I intend to get up early and start my day with lemon water and a quick yoga session to wake me up, then I will go to the gym and do a Bodypump class when I get home I will make a green smoothie. As I don’t have work tomorrow I will prepare some meals for the week ahead so I’m not tempted by the crap when I get in late on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I will also prepare lunch to take with me on the days I’m working. I am going to Zumba and Pilates on Tuesday night but will miss yoga on Wednesday and Zumba on Thursday as I’m working late both nights but instead of coming in and flopping in front of the telly I’m going to do a yoga session of my own and maybe Thursday will be the night I start the ‘couch to 5k’. On Friday I will go to Bodybalnce in the morning then my mum is coming to stay for a couple of days as I am graduating on Saturday and on Sunday I will take her home and visit my dad and nan while I’m there so the weekend will have to be non-exercise days.
Hopefully in a week or two and I’ll be back in the swing of it all.
So there you go…
Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt, a whole week of being healthy!
Wish me luck 🙂
I hate running! I really hate running! It’s not like I’ve never run. I’ve done ‘Race for Life‘ 5k’s a few times but all except the last one was a mix of running and walking. The last run I did was the inaugural ‘City of London Mile‘ in 2014 of which my eldest son was race director. But like I say I hate it, every minute of it, I cannot emphasise just how much I detest running! But, and it’s a big but(t), ha ha, I have realised that running is the only thing I’ve not seriously tried in my quest to lose the bugbear that is middle-age spread!
So I am going to give ‘Total Couch to 5k in 9 weeks’ a go, the app of which I installed on my phone over 3 months ago, I mean how hard can it be to fit in 30 mins 3 days a week?! It turns out it’s harder than it should be, I keep going through my diary trying to pencil in 3 days a week with a day off in between and it has been nigh on impossible so far! I don’t work normal hours, no Monday to Friday 9-5 for me, in fact there is no pattern to my working week. No two weeks or two days are ever the same, I often work long days and finish late plus it’s very sedentary, mostly driving and sitting. I’m self-employed so things can change with very little notice and I cannot turn down work because I was going to go for a run! When I do have time off I more often than not have other commitments, in addition to my ‘day job’ I also have an Etsy shop and I am looking to extend the stock with hand-knitted items.
I have also just become the proud owner of an allotment which is going to take up much of my spare time but at least that is physical and I won’t be sitting on my arse like I do for most of the other things I do, including writing this blog! And it’s not like I don’t do any other exercise, exercise that I actually enjoy and look forward to doing, which I am loath to give up in order to fit running in.
Blah, blah, blah…. excuses, excuses, excuses! So watch this space I am going to start running and when I do I will hopefully learn to enjoy it, afterall millions of people can’t be wrong can they? I have pencilled it in my diary to go for my first 30 minutes on August 31st and fingers crossed it will happen but don’t hold your breath! :-s
Sorry for my absence it’s been a mad couple of weeks. I’ve been extra busy at work because I have 2 weeks off from this Saturday and being self-employed can be a bit of a mare, trying to fit in all my clients can be hard and then having to turn down new clients is my idea of hell, especially as I don’t get holiday pay but you can’t please all of the people all of the time!
On top of the work madness 2 weeks ago I found a lump in my right breasticle, I didn’t panic as I’d had one in 2011 in exactly the same place which was a cyst. I immediately saw a Doctor who agreed it was more than likely another cyst (one of the joys of being peri-menopausal!) and yesterday I went to the Breast Clinic at the local hospital, had a mammogram and ultrasound, there were 2 cysts so the larger one was drained but the second one was tiny so was left alone.
Tuesday last week I developed cystitis (another peri-menopausal thing apparently!), so I drank cranberry juice and water like it was going out of fashion and by Saturday it had gone and I was fine…..or so I thought! So on Saturday night my eldest daughter Linzi and I did the 60k London Nightrider, it was much more pleasant than the two 100k Nightrider’s that I had done previously. Here we are at the start….
However, I had never ached after the 100k’s (except for a saddle sore bum that is!) so when I started to feel achy on Sunday afternoon then got the shivers and slept all afternoon I thought I’d caught a bug. As the week went on the aching had slowly concentrated itself on my right ribcage and by yesterday afternoon I was in excrutiating pain and conceded that I needed to cancel clients (not something I do lightly because as self-employed of course I don’t get sick pay) and go to the Doctors. I took a sample of wee and it turns out I’ve got a kidney infection, so that’s where the cystitis went, I have antibiotics and thankfully feel much better although not yet pain free. I also have an upper lip covered in cold sores and I am in hayfever hell! For someone who is rarely, if ever, ill, this has definitely been a very bad couple of weeks 😦
Apologies I will now stop moaning about my illness woes and tell you the best thing about this week… I have work tomorrow and then early on Saturday I am off to the South of France, a little village in the hills of the Haut Var called Saint Martin de Pallieres to be precise. Doesn’t it look lovely? Unfortunately due to this weeks unforeseen illness I haven’t packed yet, neither have I dyed my hair, gelled my nails or painted my toenails, all of which I need to try to do when I get in from work at 9ish tomorrow night! Our Easyjet flight from Luton to Nice is at 6.10am so we have to be up at about 2.30am…..I think I may just not bother going to bed, luckily I’m one of those people that can always sleep on planes, no matter how short the flight I without fail fall asleep.
I have never before felt the need for a holiday as much as I do this one. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. Au revoir 🙂
So yes, Hallalujah, I have actually been out on my bike 3 times in 11 days and there are 9 days until Nightrider and I am now even less worried than I was in my previous post when I had yet to hit the saddle! I started of gently just to test the water with a 10.56km in 35 minutes in the morning Sunday before last before I went to my Bodybalance class, which I did again last Sunday but cycling 14.78km in 53 minutes and today I did 23.73km in 1 hour 27 minutes. I’m pretty chuffed with that considering the last time I went out on it was July last year! I felt good today and could have gone on much longer but I was starving so I didn’t 🙂 I have the opportunity to go out a few more times over the next week and I will definitely go twice if not 3 times when I’ll try to do at least 40 km in 2 and a half hours which should see me ok to do the 60km at Nightrider on the 6th of June. I am definitely fitter this year and my breathing is much easier, I normally puff and wheeze like someone who has been smoking 40-a-day all their life, even the first 20 minutes out which I usually find is the hardest bit is ok, so I think all my gym visits are paying off, yay!!!
Today I cycled through the lovely Lee Valley Country Park, which is just a 10 minute cycle from my house, for the first time since last summer and came across these fabulous wood carvings…
Aren’t they great? 🙂
It’s half term here and I saw a few families out walking or cycling but it was much quieter than it is at the weekend when, if you go lunch time or later it’s very busy and not good for cycling which is why I go early on a Sunday morning before everyone except the occasional dog-walker comes out! I cycled home along the canal to Enfield Island and through Gunpowder Park which is literally 2 minutes from my house and where I do most of my cycling.
I’m so lucky to have such lovely countryside, parks and waterways so near to me, next time I will try to take some more photo’s, I just hope I can capture the beauty of the place on my Nokia Lumia phone.
So I have been wanting to change my car for about 3 years, I’d had my Toyota MR2 for 7 years and while I loved it it was totally impractical being a two seat convertible with no boot at all!!! It had served me well having 135,000 miles on the clock, a little over 40,000 of which I had done over the 7 years, but when it only just passed its MOT last December and I was told it wouldn’t pass the next one without quite a lot of work (it’s burning oil like a bitch!!!) I knew it was time to let it go. The road tax was due to run out at the end of this month and so a couple of months ago I started looking for a new car, I pass a used car lot regularly on my way to work and one day spotted a car I liked the look of that I thought I could afford, so I went to look at it and put down a deposit but unfortunately they didn’t want the MR2 in part-exchange so I borrowed what I thought I would get by selling it from my lovely mum and bought my lovely little Kia Picanto. I put the MR2 on eBay and after the original winning bidder deciding he didn’t want it, today I sold it and it’s gone! Even though I’ve been driving the Picanto for a couple of weeks now and the MR2 has just been sitting outside, I was sad to see it go and it will be weird not seeing it out there. The reactions to the Picanto have been mixed, my youngest daughter who lives at home and needs occasional lifts thinks it cute as do most women who in general love it! Hubby thinks it practical as do most of the men (mostly my client’s husbands) and my youndest son’s only comment was that I’m officially old now I’ve got an old lady car! Cheeky sod, although a tiny bit of me agrees with him and should I win the lottery the first thing I’ll buy myself is a brand spanking new Jaguar F-type convertible, even if I am a very old lady should it ever happen!!! Well a girl (even an old one) can dream can’t she?!