So my scales arrived and guess what! I was 10kg less than my midwife appointment 3 years ago so instead og starting this journey at 121kg, I’m starting it at 110kg! (244lbs for the Americans!).
This does make my calories a little lower for the days (I’m going by recommended TDEE, not just 1200 crazy) but it’s not so bad when I work out my meals. I’ve been finding some good recipes on google and reddit so last week got to try quinoa for the first time and suprisingly enjoyed it! My problem comes in the evenings when the meals are a little heavier and a little later than I could do with, but its something I’m willing to do so that me and my husband can enjoy time together. I just make sure to add it all in for the day and cut back.
At university this is easier as I’m kept busy and my mind always occupied but at home I’m driving crazy with boredom and as such with unneeded hunger. I’ve tidied my house this week, just to give me something productive to do. The joys of having a toddler means I can’t actually do anything I want to do. Crochet? Nope, she wants my yarn and hooks. PC? She’s escaped to try and kill herself with something. At least I’m running around after her then.
But Wednesday will be weigh in day and I’m excited. I’ll admit this week hasn’t been easy on some days. Just feeling like shit from the diet change. But other days I have felt amazing, So much energy, So happy. I’ve even signed up for a 5 week challenge for accountibility!
Haven’t updated since August. I’ve simply been too busy. I have even had to make a timetable for when I can fit things into my life.
University is going very well. There was a hiccup at the start where I worried how I was going to manage it all along with being a parent but after some tips from a student counsellor I’ve settled in nicely. I’m completing assignments on time and even managing the fuck tonne of required reading (though with Christmas things have slowed down).
I’ve met a load of different people from all around the world and learnt so much about their backgrounds and cultures. Countries which before, I had little knowledge about.
I’m enjoying the subjects too. Though currently there is a lot of theory and I’m worried how it will work in practice but my friends seem confident so I will just hope for the best.
Beth is doing well. Her speech has picked up incredibly over the last month or so. She loved Christmas and has gained an obsession with dinosaurs. She’s still as loud and as active as ever though.
The active side will do me good though. I’m treating 2017 as the year I get shit done. Starting with myself.
It’s been 2 weeks since I had my last fizzy drink and yesterday I started my healthy eating. The last time I focussed like this it worked and then I got pregnant. So time to focus again. And for the first time in 20 years I’m going to own a pair of scales. Horray for new years as they were on sale very cheap. I’m going to do this. I have my before pictures taken and my apps installed and if my timetable allows it in February I will join a gym up town and start on that side of things. I’m not going to go crazy and rush into things, trying to change every little aspect of my life. That won’t work with me. I’m taking it bit by bit. Slowly merging it into my life so that it just becomes the norm. The only thing I wish was that I had a little more support from people around me. So hopefully this blog will probably become that base. Mostly so I don’t bore the pants off my husband (we got married in September by the way! I’ll post more of that at a later date).
So yeah, the old cliche. New year, new me. Well a more disciplined version of me anyways. And if anyone would like to join me on this journey then please do. As it’s going to be a long fucking journey. (No seriously. The last weigh in I had was when I was 12 weeks pregnant, 3 years ago! and I was a BMI of 39…) Long…Fucking…Journey…
So I made it back to Ireland and me and Kim sat down and had a chat about everything going on. We have decided to settle in Ireland, find new jobs and make ourselves a home here. Not just a place I plan to live in until I move somewhere else like I have done for the last 6 years. Actually settling down and finding new jobs here and making the house a home. So first thing first was to get the puppy we had been planning for a while. When I went to the UK I spent most of the week with my 11-year-old collie dog Trinity. On the left is her after her surgery (caused by me, well not done by me but you get what I mean. I found a lump on her when I got there and dragged her to the vet for checks. Well she had it removed that same week). Despite it all she still snuggled up close and then proceeded to bleed all over my quilt. I felt so guilty afterwards but it was all needed. I also spent the week with the 8 month old collie Nina (on the right, surprise surprise)… Now Nina isn’t as lovely. She has her good moments but they are drowned out by moments of pure derpyness.
I came back and missed having that loyal companion. That lovable friend to play with all the time. Who got excited by going out walking or just playing with a ball. So puppy hunting commenced. I was already caught between wanting either another collie or a basset hound. I’ve not owned basset hounds before but after reading for ages about them I decided it would be the perfect dog for me and Kim. With Kim being allergic to a lot of animals the basset seemed the better choice. So off I went online. I’d seen an advert posted a week before for a guy selling some basset puppies and looking at the 11 there I figured I’d give him a call with a hope that maybe he’d have 1 or 2 left. We were in luck! 3 males and 3 females and we could come choose the one we wanted. Only problem was he lived an hour away. This was not going to stop me though. The puppies were too cute and my excitement was like a child being fed candy floss on his way to the chocolate factory inside Disneyland! So we rented a car. It seems silly but it was worth it. We went and we picked out that little puppy. The little bundle of joy that will add so much to me and Kim’s lives. On choosing I picked up the one that just seemed like he wanted some love. He snuggled close and when I asked him if he wanted to come home with me he wagged his little tail. Well I was sold. He comes home with us on Sunday. Our little Plato.
Plato – “Life must be lived as play.“
We wanted a more intelligent name for him rather than the usual things of Doug and Fluffy. After going through everything of Einstein and Copernicus (Both from Back to the Future) we decided Plato was perfect for him. People describe pets as snooze buttons for the ovaries. This isn’t why we’re getting the puppy. The puppy is part of the master plan of having the whole family. I’ve still heard nothing from the hospital and I’m tired of putting my life on hold waiting for the result of every cycle. I’m going to live my life with everything I want and Plato will be the start of it. 6 1/2 days left until I bring him home.