Posts Tagged ‘Weight loss’

Here is a picture of a boot…

  
(Well, my tag line isn’t “random thoughts and running shorts” for nothing, you know!)

There is a link, though. I gave blogging the boot after June. I kind of just stopped enjoying writing it. So I stopped.

The same was true with running, to be honest. I knew I wouldn’t stop for good, but it was good to have a break.

In hindsight, I could have turned the blog into an interesting, “how I found my mojo” story, but given that I didn’t know how long it would take, it could have got very boring indeed.

Certain stresses have come and gone, but some remain.  Most are self-imposed, hence leaving the blog dormant for a while.

I’ve been running when I feel like it. I’ve done the odd parkrun, played a fair amount of tennis, taken the kids out on bike rides.  

The mojo isn’t fully back. But I am running again, which is a start.

Here’s that picture of the boot again…

  You could say this is a re-boot. A small reboot, at least.

What is new since I last wrote? 

Well we now only have one rabbit since ‘Colin’ (classic rabbit name #1) was found as stiff as a board in his litter tray a few weeks ago. ‘Hoppity’ (classic rabbit name #2) seems to be coping well without him mind you, and my children have very much taken it in their stride too. I later overheard appropriate questions between them like, “do rabbits cry?” and, “I’m a bit sad Colin is dead, are you?” so at least they aren’t sociopaths.image

Child2 is now at school full-time, but at a different one to her brother, so I am ‘enjoying’ the logistical delights of school runs, pick-ups, after-school clubs, sports coaching, and general communications.

I have, as yet, failed to invent some new business and make my millions from home in the past couple of weeks…but equally, I have resisted spending millions to try to artificially fill the gap left by my children abandoning me during the day… so I reckon that evens out.

I had got a bit sloppy with my eating habits recently, as demonstrated by my complete inability to lose enough weight to reward myself with a half marathon entry recently. But I’ve made progress here too and have entered for a brilliant 20 miler (the Ashby20) in March next year.  That is the total extent of my race calendar for the future.

Oh, and off the back of an additional 3kg weight loss, I got a parkrun PB a couple of weeks ago 22:28 (which was probably due to the psychological boost of feeling lighter as much as the actual physiology – I nearly threw up on the finish line).

I’m not exactly wasting away yet, mind you so my longer runs still have the potential to be a fire hazard due to the amount of upper-thigh friction. Thankfully, the lovely people at Chaffree got in touch recently to say, “Hey Notmuchofarunner, do you still pose a risk to woodland areas when you do a trail run, due to the high probability of starting an illegal chub-rub fire? If so, would you like some more of our rather wonderful, seamless, anti-chafe merchandise? (Especially since you wrote that random lovely blog post about the last lot we sent you)”

…or something like that. 

Anyway, I said, “yes please, thank you very much”, and so I have some more most excellent running undercrackers. They are seriously brilliant for running in, but I’ll say no more now for fear of coming across as some kind of underwear fetishist. Read the link for more info (about ‘Chaffree’, not underwear fetishism).

I was even motivated enough to for a quick 5 miles in before breakfast this morning, though due to clicking the wrong button it got recorded as ‘5 miles of alpine skiing’ on Strava. Now edited.

That’ll do for now. Just to show intent. I’ve not given up. It’s just a run/walk, blog/don’t blog strategy.
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The weak updates continue with further information about nothing in particular.

Good news: I wasn’t totally done in by last week’s activities of tennis and 5k runs.

Bad news: I was still a bit done in. Didn’t need any days off work but I was unusually tired and the left ankle was complaining at me.

Good news: I completed my son’s school’s 5k fun run in a reasonable 25:24

Bad news: I looked like a bit of a plonker in an attempt to promote my local tennis club’s open day…
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Good news: I’ve lost a bit of weight at last.

Bad news: Because I had put on some weight after deciding originally I would lose some weight, I now still weigh some more weight than I did before the initial ‘I need to lose some weight’ weigh-in weight.

Good news: doughnuts taste nice.

More good news: I ran a parkrun for the first time in ages yesterday and got a course PB, breaking sub 23:00 for the first time at Colwick.

Bad news: I was annoyingly just 6 seconds sort of my all-time, anywhere PB. Maybe next time.

Good news: If I am heavier AND faster then my extensive knowledge of physics – which includes words such as force and distance moved suggests that work done is dramatically increased and my training benefit is thus also dramatically increased. Extrapolating these findings, I am therefore going to also start smoking – to give my lungs a good workout too (working on the same principle as above).

Bad news: I’m not actually a scientist and there may be an unforeseen flaw in my immensely well thought out plan. Also my wife would chuck me out.

Good news: I’ve just been to the toilet and I’m now much closer to my original ‘I ought to lose some weight’ weight.

Bad news: That last bit was probably over-sharing. Sorry.

Good news: I eventually got back to the New Balance people with my detailed waist, chest, inside leg, head circumference etc measurements so they can provide me with my ‘head to toe’ prize package for having written about my ‘rubbish run’ or ‘another rubbish run’ (I still don’t know which one it was that they liked).

Bad news: they got back to me to tell me they just neded to know small, medium, or large? (It could still be a onesie!)

Good news: I’ve finished writing this blog post now.

Bad news: …apart from this bit of course…and I’ll be back at some point soon too.

Penultimate Juneathon post for Saturday does not mean the ultimate Juneathon post for Sunday, just so you know. Don’t get your hopes up.
(See pictorial representation below)

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You will however get to find out the results of the incredible ‘draw around the body weight-loss challenge’ that I started at the beginning of this month. Pfft.

Saturday = Tennis in the morning. Football in the afternoon. All fairly regulation stuff.

Then I ran to the shops to get some milk.

My goodness!

How tiring was that?!

Seriously, the first 2 minutes of any run must surely be equal, in terms of effort, to the subsequent hour. I’m supposed to be doing a marathon in 2 months, and those first two minutes will always feel like a wake-up call.

So NEXT month. It’s a run EVERY DAY for me. But I won’t have to log it or blog it – so it will be easy compared to this.

Various blogs (including this one today I’m afraid) include a set of measurements to publicly shame the individual into trying to alter them. To be honest, these measurements mean very little to anyone else but it they are there for reference and comparison, so I shall continue.

Juneathon often starts with great expectation of willpower, weight loss, and incredible gains in running speed & fitness.

Unfortunately, for various reasons, these often don’t materialise.
I squeezed into a tri-suit recently to waddle around a triathlon. Now, race pics are rarely flattering but I’m seriously considering printing some of these out and sticking them to the fridge door to scare me away.

Before I go on, I would like to make it very clear that I am grateful. I have a body that (more or less) works as it should. I can run. I can swim. I can ride a bike… ok, a terribly middle-class Center Parcs injury at Christmas has put paid to my badminton for a while but on the whole I still work.
If you are reading this and at the moment and you’d love to run but your body says otherwise, I feel for you.
I want you to know I am not taking mine for granted.

But that’s also kind of the point – I can do all these things, and I want to be able to keep doing them. I would be looking after my body and my joints much better if, when I force them to navigate a marathon in September, they don’t have to support as much unnecessary excess.

So… Onto the ‘Before’ and ‘After’ pictures… (I obviously don’t have the ‘after’ ones yet*) and yesterday’s promise/threat of that full-length picture of me without any clothes on…

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There you go.

And for those that found that a little too much to cope with, perhaps while eating food, here is a more tame ‘with clothes’ option…

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And the stats:

Height: 5′ 10″ (178cm)

Weight: 93kg (205 lb)

Thighs: R= 63cm L= 63cm
(Circumference)

Biceps: R= 38cm L= 36cm
(Circumference)

Waist: 97cm

Chest: 112cm

Muffin top: 104cm

(Muffin top = that bit above the waist where all the fat is squeezed to and due to its ageing inelasticity just sort of stays there, unaffected by gravity, like some cheap memory foam)

*You’ll have to come back at the end of the month to witness the no-doubt dramatic effects of daily exercise and healthy eating (which from past experience may or may not actually be visible).

Do you know what? Even if I have nothing dramatic to report after 30 days, doing the body pic was worth it because a certain little-miss was interested in what I was up to, and joined in as well…

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…which was fun.

Yesterday’s exercise: running, press-ups, sea swimming.

Today’s exercise (so far): 1 min Max effort press-ups and plank (to failure) + free-weights session.
I’ll go out for a run later too and update the log, but I’ll post this now anyway.
Still feeling good.

Oh dear!
It has happened again.

I’ve gone all “ALL OR NOTHING” again.

Which is ok when I’m on one side of it. But when I slip down the other side, it’s not.

Since my last post I have made a concerted effort. That is not to say I have stood on a dias and waved a baton around energetically at an orchestra… No, I mean I have been doing things differently.

I run some groups at work in which I am emphasising to people trying to manage chronic conditions that if they change nothing about their current management, nothing will change. Kind of obvious, but strangely hard to embrace. For them. For me too.

Despite my campaign to arrange it so that by merely entering a marathon or some other sporting event there should be some sort of immediate weight loss, nothing has been forthcoming.
So…I ran on Saturday, did a long walk on Sunday, biked 12 miles to work on Monday, biked home again, played tennis for 2 hours, did the same on Tuesday (bike to work and back) but went swimming in the evening instead of tennis…
… I ate well too – I took lunch to work so not tempted to buy naughtiness at the volunteer shop, and I’ve avoided stealing chocolate from my Children’s Easter egg collection over this past week too and I’m due to run 7km on Friday (2k fun run with notmuchofasitstiller followed by a 5k race of my own)…

My reward…

* drum roll *

…1kg weight loss.

Whoop de bleeding do.

Now I know all this stuff about muscle weighing more than fat. I’ve been using that excuse for at least 5 years or so. And I know fitness is still being developed, but this time around I do really want to carry less weight around a marathon.

So I still need to do something different.

What I do NOT need to do is sit down with a coffee before I go to bed and scoff 2 creme eggs.

TWO!

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Like this one... But two of them!

CHUFFING TWO!!

P.S as it’s past midnight, it’s now officially my birthday (that is to say it is just my birthday. I don’t have a real birthday and then a separate ‘official’ birthday. I’m not like the queen or anything. Although I used to live near Sandringham. Which was nice.)

Ok… So it happened…
… Everyone told me it would…
… And it did.

I had started thinking it wouldn’t.
I was organised. Thinking ahead. Anticipating the conditions…. But then… Boom!

I am, of course referring to the inevitable embarrassing fall that follows purchase of the evil that is the confusingly titled ‘clipless pedals’. These are the sort of bike pedals which you clip into with a special sort of shoe (I won’t go into the various different types here).
From what I can gather, they are called clipless pedals simply because they don’t have straps (clips) attached to them into which a person would put their standard shoe. The point is, with clipless systems, your shoe is attached securely to the bike pedal and can only be removed by rotating your heel away from the bike. This is fairly simply done…

… But you need to remember to do it.

…I had remembered… Sort of… as I was following a couple of cars, I was aware of them slowing, indicating (yes actually indicating – I nearly fainted on the spot) and waiting to turn right. The car closest to me must have seen in his rear view mirror that I was slowly approaching speeding towards them like a well-oiled triathlon machine in the making, and adjusted their road position accordingly to allow me to pass on the left hand side.

… The other car did not.
…I didn’t expect either car to, to be honest and so had prepared for the unclipping manoeuvre, but as I slowed to 1mph just before the critical moment, they began to pull away, so I started up again..
…But then they stopped suddenly…

… And so did I …

… But no unclipping this time…

Followed by…

… A graceful… sideways… Flop! Onto the pavement…
….At 0 mph. Nice. Classy

To call it a fall would give it more credit than it deserves.

Thankfully nothing but pride damaged.
Nobody needs to know…

Shhhhhh…

I read an article a while back about how going to the gym was bad for you. It was a bit of false title really, because the point it went on to make was that folks sometimes go to the gym, chat for 90% of the time, lift a couple of weights and then head off to the kebab house to reward themselves for their workout…
…Well…
… It worked for me in reverse recently.

I was supposed (under the new regime of actually planning meals rather than staring blankly at the fridge each evening) to have prepared a roast dinner, but due to it being a lovely day, I had instead put child 2 in pushchair and after picking up child 1 from school, headed down the park for some bike riding practise… (for him, not me – though maybe I could do with it).
During this time, my wonderful and very hard-working wife returns home from work at a reasonable hour in anticipation of our roast dinner… Oops. So I buy fish and chips that evening which we all enjoyed instead.

At this point I feel a little guilty… I’ve been doing well with my eating (for that read, ‘lack of eating’) and had been losing some weight, so not wanting to spoil things, I put the kids to bed and I :

Biked to the swimming pool (about 15 minutes)
Swam for half an hour (incorporating a now amazing 4 continuous lengths of non-drowning front crawl)*
Biked home
Ran for a mile

I wasn’t really intending to do the run as well but I figured I’d see what it felt like to do all three disciplines one after the other. It actually felt quite good.

*I prefer to consider all my swimming as ‘freestyle’ to be quite frank. You’d understand if you saw it.

First of all perhaps we’ll deal with this week’s snack snaps… I think I must have missed a few photos off this time around. There’s not many photos compared with other weeks. Maybe I’m not eating as much, or phone not charged or forgetfulness or laziness may play some part. As you can see there are still a few pics of beer, fish & chips, TWO maple pecan Danish pastries (that was actually my dinner on one very late trip back from work) so I’ve not been hiding things from you. I think will be super strict with making sure I take pics of all I consume this next week but then that’ll be it. I think 4 weeks is plenty.

Week 3

And so onto the running: Had a great week this week despite NotMuchOfaSleeper being a bit poorly and waking lots during the night and taking ages to settle and being sick and then pretending she’s ok and waiting til she’s all changed before being sick again and then weeing on me and then going to sleep five minutes before NotMuchOfaSitStiller (I have eventually come up with this name for my boy) then wakes up…. anyway… where was I?… running… yes… despite all this I had a really good run on Wednesday. I normally play badminton on Wednesdays but having got all ready to go, I remembered that there was blood doning in the sports hall so no sports clubs were meeting this week. I therefore decided a short run was in order and headed out of the door eventually at 9:30pm.

An hour and a half later I returned, having run about 10 miles (I don’t know precisely, as my ipod and consequently my Nike+ had been out of action since Janathon). I also was pleased that scales revealed a 2011 record (albeit artificial due to inadequate hydration) low of 94.7kg. Even after Janathon it wasn’t that low as my grumpy scales were quick to remind me. I’d love it to be in the 80’s really (though maybe perhaps without the dodgy haircut and bad dancing).

My colleague at work scared me the other day… she apparently did just the swim element of an Ironman triathlon last year. It’s 2.4 miles! AND there’s a cut off of 2 hours 20 mins! She did it really well – in just over an hour apparently – but I did a session at the pool last week and just about managed a 1km in 45 minutes. That’s er… er…. … 3.9 km.. is …err…45 times 3.9… err.. 175 minutes which is… err…nearly 3 hours… which is…
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And that’s even if I can continue at that pace! Apparently, they fish you out of the water and your whole race is over if you’re too slow on the swim. And this is before the stupid bike ride and marathon run. Some serious thinking to do… or some serious pool work… or both.

Some serious respect at this point going out to Sister Madonna Buder a nun, who at the 2006 Hawaii Ironman, at age 76, became the oldest woman ever to complete the race, finishing with a time of 16:59:03 (57 seconds before the 17 hour cut off!)


Ow . . .

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Ow . . .

Ok… so the back still hurts. It’s ‘betterrrrrrrr’ but not ‘better’…. I won’t mention it again, but running is out of the question for the time being.

I just knew you were all itching to know what I’ve had for dinner over he past few days so here’s a quick collage:

So that was Sunday to Tuesday and completes the first week of the ‘photo diet’. I think I shall try to continue and keep it to one, weekly post here – so using you guys as my accountability and if you see something dodgy you can highlight it and interrogate me. I have already been called “weird” for having beans AND peas with a jacket potato (thanks Sharon), though she said nothing of baby milk on cereal!

I went round a few shops in my town that I had previously not frequented, which included one that had pick ‘n’ mix for 30p per 100g !! Is that particularly brilliant oe what?… maybe not if trying limit sugar intake but i think I did well to restrict it to two Jelly Babies, one ‘jazzie’, a wine gum and a Jelly Worm.

Can I just add, if anyone else is considering doing this method of weight loss, then go for it. I have lost nearly 2kg in a week. I’m now 95.1kg which is fractionally under 15 stone(and that’s with bad back-dictated reduced exercise… yes I knew I said it wouldn’t mention it again) though I admit I have some of those scales that also tell me my fat percentage and I choose whichever figure is most favourable. Currently NOT the fat % (ahem…27…ahem).

One final thing… I have two alter egos: notmuchofaswimmer and notmuchofacyclist but for some reason I have crazy idea to do a triathlon. Am I completely…?