Porridge with berries
banana
pasta with tomatoes
steak with mash and steamed carrots and broccoli, mushroom onion sauce
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday day 13:
Porridge with berries
banana
leftover chicken and rice with steamed veggies
salad with egg
banana
leftover chicken and rice with steamed veggies
salad with egg
Tracker gives positive vibes
Woo hoo! This is my tracker which is showing that I've already lost 2 kilos in about 2 weeks! I hate jumping on the scales but when I know I'm doing so much to move my body and keep moving, this is really positive!
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Sunday day 12:
Porridge with handful of berries
Falafel wrap
Mandarin
Chocolate milkshake
Banana
Veggies with tzatsiki dip
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Saturday day 11:
Porridge
Banana
3 Celery sticks with peanut butter
2 Chicken tenders with rice pumpkin and beans
Small piece chocolate cake with cherries
Friday, 26 April 2013
Pizza
Once a month I run a youth disco for kids with disabilities and we get about 8 pizzas that I hand out along with soft drink. Its a friday night thing so usually I have about four slices while serving and packing up.
Tonight I had Subway before, a chicken pieces and salad six inch sub, and was able to restrain myself from eating any greasey fatty gross pizza.
I'd much rather a nice homemade one with fresh ingredients anyway.
Friday day 10:
Porridge
Tea mint ginger
Sweet potato spinach leaves tomatoes cucumber celery salad with balsamic
Subway 6" chicken pieces lettuce tomato cucumber pickle jalapeno strip of honey mustard sauce
Crap food
So I went for an extra long run today to make up for the fact I planned to have a bucket of hot chips at the rugby.
At first, they were tasty with the chicken salt landing on my tongue, but then the taste changed and I just didn't enjoy them anymore.
Same thing happened an hour later when I had a few bits of chocolate...tasted wrong.. dirty even
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Thursday 25 April Day 9:
Porridge
Mint tea
Banana
Nicoise salad
Hot chips at the footy
Four pieces chocolate
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Food diary day 8:
Porridge
Ginger mint tea
Carrots
Spinach leaves, some pasta, bolognaise veggies
Tea mint ginger
Baked baby sweet potato with tomato cucumber celery spring onion scrambled egg
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
One week in...
It has been a week now and once I got through the initial cravings for chocolate and caffeine, which were so bad they were giving me headaches, I already feel that it's a lot easier to make healthy choices for myself.
It is such a simple equation...calories in plus more calories out equals weight loss.
I suppose I didnt really know a lot of what's in my food, and still have plenty to learn.
I also want to run a lot more. Nike + is an awesome encouragement tool and ive read a lot of inspirational things today, such as "I have no time is the equivalent of a school student's my dog ate my homework". It was raining and dark as I stepped outside for my second run...but i still went...
Food diary day 7:
Porridge
Mint and ginger tea
Apple with smears of peanut butter
Lamb pieces with silverbeet and brown rice
Bok choy with lamb vegetable bolognaise
Food diary day 6:
Porridge
Vietnamese beef pho soup
Chicken drumstick with brown rice and bok choy
Lots of chocolate and two jonny walkers and cokes...care of my girlfriends who were giving me some tlc
Food diary day 5:
Sourdough toast with scrambled eggs spinach and tomato
Piece of apple
Toast wholemeal with pear and cottage cheese
Lamb chop with steamed potato and silverbeet
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Food diary day 4:
Porridge oats
Mandarin
Tea mint ginger
Two rice paper rolls carrot cucunber lettuce
Cherry tomato, pepper, basil, lf feta
1 piece chocolate
Friday, 19 April 2013
Snacks that satisfy
It's 11.30am and I am HUNGRY!
I had a mandarin earlier but that thing barely curbed five minutes of hunger. It's that awkward time right before lunch but if you stop too early you'll end up eating another two or three times before dinner.
That's not the plan but sometimes what happens.
So I'm stuck in the office again today, and what that usually means is by about 2/3pm, my brain is drained and needs a pick-me-up. That means heading across the road to the sweet shop and getting a chocolate milkshake and a pack of Reece's Pieces. Mmmm. Reece's Pieces.
Today I'm hoping my pear will make do. Michelle Bridge's cookbook, which I love but it has too many tofu recipes, has a neat little snack suggestion of a piece of pear with a teaspoon of low fat cottage cheese and a few sultanas on top - so I am prepared for my 2pm pick-me-up now.
I had a mandarin earlier but that thing barely curbed five minutes of hunger. It's that awkward time right before lunch but if you stop too early you'll end up eating another two or three times before dinner.
That's not the plan but sometimes what happens.
So I'm stuck in the office again today, and what that usually means is by about 2/3pm, my brain is drained and needs a pick-me-up. That means heading across the road to the sweet shop and getting a chocolate milkshake and a pack of Reece's Pieces. Mmmm. Reece's Pieces.
Today I'm hoping my pear will make do. Michelle Bridge's cookbook, which I love but it has too many tofu recipes, has a neat little snack suggestion of a piece of pear with a teaspoon of low fat cottage cheese and a few sultanas on top - so I am prepared for my 2pm pick-me-up now.
Food Diary Day 3:
Porridge
Berocca
mandarin
peppermint tea
Leftover chicken sweet potato mash carrots
Half a banana
CT healthy bolognaise - onion, carrot, zucchini, 100g mince extra lean, diced tomatoes on top of steamed pak choy
Food Diary Day 2:
Porridge
mint and ginger tea
yoghurt with raspberries
leftovers - chicken breast and veggies from last night (too much there so I halved for tomorrow's lunch)
Acai pomegranite and vanilla tea (bit suss - not sure if I like it. Nope, didn't drink it in the end)
vegetable soup
protein
mint and ginger tea
yoghurt with raspberries
leftovers - chicken breast and veggies from last night (too much there so I halved for tomorrow's lunch)
Acai pomegranite and vanilla tea (bit suss - not sure if I like it. Nope, didn't drink it in the end)
vegetable soup
protein
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Food Diary Day 1:
porridge
peppermint tea
apple
spinach leaves, tomato, mushrooms, tuna, balsamic vinegar
a few raspberries
grilled chicken breast stuffed with herbs, broccoli, carrots, sweet potato mash (2 tbsp)
Real support
So one of my friends texted me today telling me how uncool it was that my boyfriend "wouldn't let you eat what you wanted to" on Tuesday night.
We had met up with her post the gym, and that scary food diary debacle, and I asked my man to get me a wrap or something from the bar as he was walking off, and he just turned around and said nah, we can get something nicer later.
Well she exploded via text.
"I know he was trying to be helpful and remind you of the personal trainer's advice but it was way out of line and I didn't like it one bit. You're amazing and beautiful."
And this is the problem with the people who have thus far "supported" me in my life. Whether I'm amazing or beautiful has nothing to do with whether I'm fit and healthy or how wide my girth is.
FYI, I am a size 14, average height, but 89kgs a few weeks ago - this week 87 if I believe the scales.
I started going to the gym at 16 on my own because my parents didn't believe I needed to.
That's a whole decade before I gave up over a year ago. I just had enough. I wasn't enjoying it anymore, not like some of those gym junkie days.
I want to change, I want to be able to do this. It's 2pm and my headache or withdrawal or whatever is still taking over but spending the day in front of a computer monitor is not helping either. But I'm determined not to falter. Because if I'm going to do this I need real support, I need people to yell at me "STEP AWAY FROM THE CHOCOLATE..."PUT DOWN THE REECE'S PIECES" and you know, I know it's only for three months right now. Maybe after three months I won't even want it anymore...
We had met up with her post the gym, and that scary food diary debacle, and I asked my man to get me a wrap or something from the bar as he was walking off, and he just turned around and said nah, we can get something nicer later.
Well she exploded via text.
"I know he was trying to be helpful and remind you of the personal trainer's advice but it was way out of line and I didn't like it one bit. You're amazing and beautiful."
And this is the problem with the people who have thus far "supported" me in my life. Whether I'm amazing or beautiful has nothing to do with whether I'm fit and healthy or how wide my girth is.
FYI, I am a size 14, average height, but 89kgs a few weeks ago - this week 87 if I believe the scales.
I started going to the gym at 16 on my own because my parents didn't believe I needed to.
That's a whole decade before I gave up over a year ago. I just had enough. I wasn't enjoying it anymore, not like some of those gym junkie days.
I want to change, I want to be able to do this. It's 2pm and my headache or withdrawal or whatever is still taking over but spending the day in front of a computer monitor is not helping either. But I'm determined not to falter. Because if I'm going to do this I need real support, I need people to yell at me "STEP AWAY FROM THE CHOCOLATE..."PUT DOWN THE REECE'S PIECES" and you know, I know it's only for three months right now. Maybe after three months I won't even want it anymore...
Day 1: The start of a journey...
It's actually day two now, but I feel like I need to get out of my head some of the things that are plaguing me on my new journey.
This is a journey of a new start. A new way of looking at health, food and cooking.
My boyfriend's personal trainer, who I started seeing once a week a few weeks ago, told me on Tuesday that if I don't change my ways I will end up like an elephant.
Suppressing the urge to burst into tears in front of the man I love and a man who's trained such stars as Eric Bana, I stood and listened and nodded to him - he's the expert after all, yeah?
He took the food diary I had typed up from the previous seven days and crossed out almost everything with his red pencil. "What's this? That's crap...Nope, this is no good. Too much, too much."
He didn't care what the portions were, or the fact that "tacos with lettuce, tomato, cucumber and mince" meant two little tacos with more salad than anything else.
"Chicken. Chicken or fish. Have it grilled, don't use oil, use the spray oil."
Excuses, he said. They were all excuses. Personally I thought his knowledge of food was limited if he doesn't know what "korma" or Teppanyaki is. His loss. But I figured, what can I gain from him?
If I blitz it, go all out and change my eating habits for three months, and see if that does anything for my body, then maybe I have more chance of change than I've ever had in my life. I have a boyfriend who himself, lost 20 kgs three years ago and didn't have the support, I have the chance to learn and cook and test and try. I've been looking up recipes and nutritional information over the past day, filling the fridge with plenty of fresh veg and fruit. The only challenge will be cooking to keep the two of us satisfied - the bf is training to increase muscle, which means he needs the bulking meals with pasta and potatoes, whereas I need a completely clean meal, and a lot smaller in the evenings.
I consider myself fairly active, I play roller derby, a full-contact women's sport on rollerskates. We train twice a week, scrimmage on Mondays and have off-skates fitness training on Thursdays for an hour. You have to be fit to balance and hit on skates. I've also been hitting the gym with le personal trainer on Tuesdays, and fit in the odd workout at home in the evenings.
Yesterday was my first day, I ditched the caffeine for a peppermint tea, enjoyed my porridge for breakfast - the only acceptable thing on my food diary apart from yoghurt and fruit, and made a tuna salad in the morning to take for lunch. All was going well until about mid-afternoon when my brain started calling out for caffeine. It was yelling and screaming - and it still is. It's like a drug addict having withdrawals, although I suppose caffeine is a drug so that's what's happening.
I have my leftovers for lunch today, a lovely chicken breast I stuffed with herbs and grilled on my new gridle pan, but how I'm going to get through this day without coffee I can only imagine. I suppose this is where the advice "keep strong and carry on" will come in handy. I say that sitting here sipping my mint ginger herbal tea, counting down to the time when I can enjoy a coffee again.
This is a journey of a new start. A new way of looking at health, food and cooking.
My boyfriend's personal trainer, who I started seeing once a week a few weeks ago, told me on Tuesday that if I don't change my ways I will end up like an elephant.
Suppressing the urge to burst into tears in front of the man I love and a man who's trained such stars as Eric Bana, I stood and listened and nodded to him - he's the expert after all, yeah?
He took the food diary I had typed up from the previous seven days and crossed out almost everything with his red pencil. "What's this? That's crap...Nope, this is no good. Too much, too much."
He didn't care what the portions were, or the fact that "tacos with lettuce, tomato, cucumber and mince" meant two little tacos with more salad than anything else.
"Chicken. Chicken or fish. Have it grilled, don't use oil, use the spray oil."
Excuses, he said. They were all excuses. Personally I thought his knowledge of food was limited if he doesn't know what "korma" or Teppanyaki is. His loss. But I figured, what can I gain from him?
If I blitz it, go all out and change my eating habits for three months, and see if that does anything for my body, then maybe I have more chance of change than I've ever had in my life. I have a boyfriend who himself, lost 20 kgs three years ago and didn't have the support, I have the chance to learn and cook and test and try. I've been looking up recipes and nutritional information over the past day, filling the fridge with plenty of fresh veg and fruit. The only challenge will be cooking to keep the two of us satisfied - the bf is training to increase muscle, which means he needs the bulking meals with pasta and potatoes, whereas I need a completely clean meal, and a lot smaller in the evenings.
I consider myself fairly active, I play roller derby, a full-contact women's sport on rollerskates. We train twice a week, scrimmage on Mondays and have off-skates fitness training on Thursdays for an hour. You have to be fit to balance and hit on skates. I've also been hitting the gym with le personal trainer on Tuesdays, and fit in the odd workout at home in the evenings.
Yesterday was my first day, I ditched the caffeine for a peppermint tea, enjoyed my porridge for breakfast - the only acceptable thing on my food diary apart from yoghurt and fruit, and made a tuna salad in the morning to take for lunch. All was going well until about mid-afternoon when my brain started calling out for caffeine. It was yelling and screaming - and it still is. It's like a drug addict having withdrawals, although I suppose caffeine is a drug so that's what's happening.
I have my leftovers for lunch today, a lovely chicken breast I stuffed with herbs and grilled on my new gridle pan, but how I'm going to get through this day without coffee I can only imagine. I suppose this is where the advice "keep strong and carry on" will come in handy. I say that sitting here sipping my mint ginger herbal tea, counting down to the time when I can enjoy a coffee again.
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