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Food for thought.

It’s Bootcamp time – And it’s Free!!

Ok it’s time to get serious. Lets get that hot bod that I’ve been dreaming of. But lets be realistic – I’m not going to give up sweets! Not a hope of that happening!

So here’s my challange: to be super fit, super toned and unbelievable happy by the end of the summer. (Happy meaning I’m still getting my chocolate fix) And ofcourse keep it up for ever more.

Bootcamp kicked off 2 weeks ago. The first week was pretty disgusting. Amazing how quickly you can get out of shape. Lets just say I didnt enjoy it. My mind wanted to push on and my body just couldn’t keep up. Felt like a bit of a fail but I kept at it.
Week 2 and I’m feeling pumped.

Bootcamp checklist:

  • Secret motivators *
  • Partner in crime (she keeps me going, puts the pressure on)
  • Homemade programme – Motivator #1 and I made it  🙂
  • Gym mat
  • A lot of loud music.

Bootcamp

 

We decided on a schedule that suits us. I work long hours at the weekend and can’t move by Monday so guess what – Monday’s my day off. We do 4/5 days on and two off. We usually have set days but if we’re exhausted we move them around. The joy of making it yourself.

InsanityMaking a programme is easy, grab a calander and plot away. Our programme is a mixture of Insanity -” Boom” (love this one), P90x (not so sure about yet) and circuit training from either excercises we already know like skipping with my pink skipping rope – yes I finally got one,  or picking a few excercises from each section from this site http://www.healthyworkforce.ie/exercise-video-demontrations/  and repeat. I’ll throw in some yoga and running into the mix.
Piece of cake – who said cake. Yes I will be eating cake!

8 weeks to kick start a healthy life of great eating and sweating your balls off.

How will I get my hot bod and eat my cake too I hear you ask?

Matilda Chocolate CakeWell . . . . maybe I just don’t have the whole cake every morning for breakfast. I’ll  be trying to eat just enough to curb the cravings but not doing a Matilda on it. Sometimes some berries can do the trick and other healthy alternatives. But my motto is
“Eat what you want and not what you don’t want”. I don’t know how many times I have pollished off a pack of biscuits and still not felt satisfied. And all I wanted was a small yummy bar of Cadbury’s. I spend too much time feeling guilty about eating sweet treats – I’m putting an end to the maddness and enjoying every bite!

I’m hearing that abs are made in the kitchen. I’m putting it to the test.

I’ll keep you updated on killer wins and the most epic fails. I’m two weeks into getting that bouncing bottom back and I’m seeing results already.

So who wants to join me? Did I mention it’s free?

To be totally honest it’s not a bootcamp at all. It’s just working out to a schedule but this is what all the cool kids are calling it I’m told. So lets jump on that band wagon!

Eat Sleep Squat

 

Strong is the New Skinny!!!

Hot Girl

 

*https://letyourheartplay.wordpress.com/2014/02/20/my-big-fat-excuse/
Feel free to comment here or on FB if you’d like to join me!

My Secrets to a Happy Life

Only eat delicious food.

Don’t pick a fight when your tired.

Nap more.
people say ‘sleep when your dead’. yeh right – I am an intollerable piece of work when I’m tired.  so nap time – yes please!

Give up the stuff that makes you feel like rubbish.
yes coffee I’m talking to you.

Don’t decide when your tired/upset.
maybe I should rethink the coffee situation after a nap.

Challange yourself
and allow yourself to fail

Stop making excuses
– you sound ridiculous.

Don’t make promises when your happy.
you’ll just get yourself into trouble

Laugh a lot.
when you think that’s a lot, laugh some more.

Stop worrying about others.
they’re big girls and boys – they’ll figure it out.

Before freaking out, stop, check yourself, are you being ridiculous?

Try new things. Meet new people.

Don’t Whinge

Always tell them you love them.

 Now will I actually follow any of these.  Hmmmm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skip Like No One Is Watching

The milestones of Skipping in my life:

The early years: My Dad and I would skip everywhere. He must have looked like a fool or the cutest Dad in the world. We’d skip to the shops, to the swimming pool and laugh as we go.

Still a child years: it got competitive. Who could skip higher, faster. I didn’t always win. We know where my competitive side comes from.

Early teens: I was way too embarrassed to skip with my Dad. I thought I was way too cool for that. (I was not a cool child.) My Father knew this and would egg me on. He loved to embarrass me.

Later teen years: Oh the roles reversed. We were walking to lunch one day and I grabbed my Dad’s hand and started skipping. He was mortified. People were watching. What used to be a Father skipping with his 4 year old little girl then turned into these two adult weirdos skipping into a restaurant. This gave me the best laugh.

Nowadays: At random times I’ll have a wee skip. Instantly my heart will lift. I’ll have that childish lightness about me and I’ll feel good for the rest of the day. I’ll probably have a little chuckle to myself while I’m at it, it feels so good. Yes I realize that people must think I’m strange but they’re not the ones feeling awesome.

This is probably how I’ll break a hip when I’m older.

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Now I’m looking at skipping for fitness. The main man Mr. D was telling me about it. During his strength workouts he’ll skip inbetween exercises for one minute.

Every set of exercises I look at these days has skipping incorporated.It has really taken off. I’ve heard about how great skipping  is for you for years. Great for cardio, really tones up the legs and bum but I didn’t pay attention. Now that it’s  the in thing I’m all over it.

Here’s a pic for some stand alone skipping exercises. Or try out doing a minute of skipping in between exercises. I did it this morning and by the 5th set I was feeling it.

Skip To It

To be completely honest with you I don’t even have a skipping rope. It’s on my to do list. But that hasn’t stopped me. I know the actions. I think like Peter Pan and just pretend I have one. Probably isn’t the best but it’s better then not doing it at all. Or saying I’ll do it when I get one which could be next Christmas.

I would like to thank my Dad for introducing skipping into my life.

Next time your out, give it a go, have a little skip. You’ll feel so good.

 

Photo Link:  http://www.visualphotos.com/image/2×3800747/father_and_daughter_6-8_skipping_on_beach_near

The Hunger Fear

Delicious food. This is greatest and the worst thing about where I work. Purebread.ca

Fruit GalletteOutrageous BrownieHow do I resist this day in day out?  Easy . . . I don’t.

It all tastes too good not to eat. If I’m not in the mood for something sweet (which is never) there’s something warm and cheesy just waiting for me around the corner.

Unfortunatley I have to do quality control and taste every cake that comes across my path. I love it.

One of the things that I need to remember is that there’s tasting and then there’s eating or in my case wolfing.

I recently realised that I have a fear of going hungry.

I’m an extremely grumpy person when I am hungry. I become very irrational, irritable just a pain in the ass really. So I usually take snacks with me everywhere I go. I’m like that guy or girl in the snickers add.

Appearantly this hunger fear comes from our ancestors. From the days where money and food was more scarce and they might have gone a few days or weeks without food. They were starving and would do anything to get food for their family. So it’s instinct. It’s embedded within us.

 This is absolute pants.

 I’ve never experienced starvation. Food is everywhere and there is no shortage on the way. Is it ancestral instinct when I’m a little hugry (or more like I’m just not full anymore) my brain kicks into action and says “wow wow wow you better eat quick buddy as this feeling brings me back to our famine days – remember those”. No, no I don’t personally remember the great famine. . . . Pants.

So what is it? Where does this fear come from? And when I say fear, lets clarify, it’s not really a fear. I don’t suddenly have a pang and start having a panic attack smashing down a window of a shop to get my snickers bar.

For me I think it comes from experience. We all know that dreaded feeling before a big exam. The exam itself isn’t so bad when you actually do it but it’s the weeks and days running up to it that’s the worst part. It’s the same as the thought of going hungry. I don’t want to be put in that uncomfortable situation where I can’t focus properly because I’m hungry. Or that I end up eating something not so healthy just to fill the gap.

So here’s what happens: I’ll eat breakfast, an hour later I think “I’m going for a run soon I better eat more in case I get hungry”. You can see that this doesn’t end well and I’ll spend most of the run crippled from being too full. So this is over eating. And yes I am ridiculous.

HummingbirdI think about food all the time. It’s an obsession. Some of the time I’m thinking of new recipes to try out. At night I lie in bed thinking of what yummy breakfast I’m going to make. Breakfast is my favourite. Don’t get me started on food porn. This is the ultimate killer. I am instantly starving when I start looking at food porn. And then there’s work. Every two minutes I’m thinking “ Am I hungry now? . . no . . . ok but now?

What I’m doing about it: I’m starting to listen to my brain more and listening to my belly less. When I think I’m hungry I’ll remember back to those awesome banana pancakes I just ate an hour ago and I’ll say to myself. “Hold on there horse, your fine for now. Step away from the peanut butter.”

The ideal situation would be to never feel hungry. I don’t need that in my life. However, I think I’ve gotten to the stage where there are some blurred lines. Am I hungry or am I just not full anymore?

Sure I better eat an energy bar just in case.

My Big Fat Excuse

I have an excuse for everything, mostly fitness related excuses.
I’m sure I’m not alone in this but sometimes I feel like I’m the worst.
I constantly see updates of how successful people are, what they’ve accomplished and just how wonderful they’re life is.
Of course – Who’s going to boast about they’re failures? What would that look like? Instead of a picture from the top of a mountain over-looking an amazing view you’ve got a picture of a frustrated and  depressed red face captioned ‘I didn’t make it’.
How many of these have you seen?

I have my great weeks and not so great weeks. To try and avoid the not so great weeks turning into months I’ve got these secret motivators. They’re so secret they don’t even know they exist.

I am very competitive, I don’t always have to win but I have to give it my all or else what am I doing with my life. I had a race to crack eggs the quickest the other day, I think the other person thought I was      joking. I won. Jokes on her – loser. 

Don't look backSo my secret motivators, these are usually people with similar interests/goals to me. If I hear they’ve just gone for a run I’ll get up off my butt and do something. When I’m not feeling so motivated I’ll give them a text and see how they’re doing. If they’ve fallen off the wagon – they’re dumped – temporarily and I find a new motivator. I don’t need to beat them but just the thought of them being out there sweating their fear away while I’m sitting on the forbidden couch feeling . . .  tired = excuse, it gets me going.

Turns out I was a secret motivator the other day. A friend said I had inspired her to get out and run in the snow. Little did she know that I hadn’t ran in a week. I felt so guilty, like I was living a lie. And the circle began again. I got my shoes on and got out there.

we_are_what_we-115964I find it’s all about good habits. Once I get into a routine I’m laughing. Excuses are like my kryptonite. It’s hard to figure out what is a genuine feeling and what’s just and excuse. I’ve become so good at creating excuses that I convince myself that they are true. I think I have a negative alien living in my brain, it says: “check yourself”, “ooh that’s too tough”, “ah your tired now have a little sit down and eat a mountain of chocolate.” Unfortunately  I usually listen to it.

Stepping out of my comfort zone is . . . well . . . uncomfortable. It’s a constant mental game I will continue to play. I know I will never beat it but I will come close.

I need to get rid of the excuses – they’re wasting my time.

This gets me going:

Why So Serious?

Lets think about this one.  Really, there are very few things in life that we need to take seriously. Or should I say that I need to take seriously.

Here’s a few examples for myself that if I ever find myself in this situation I will allow myself to take it seriously:

  1. I’m in a biker gang and I’ve gotten myself in a spot of bother and they are threatening to cut off my fingers.  Yep serious.
  2. I wake up and discover there is no food in the house at all, like nothing and I’m starving for my breaky. Pretty serious.
  3.  .  .  .  .  .

Ok being a little more on the serious side a terminal illness can be a little scary, or a fire/robbery. But this is the big stuff. I’ll allow myself to take the big stuff seriously.

Otherwise there’s nothing. If I get stranded on a desert island what’s stressing about it going to do. I’ll tell you what it’ll do, it’ll make me feel depressed which will make me want to eat – Chocolate specifically and I won’t have any of that so all of a sudden I’m stuck on a beautiful sandy, blue skies island with this absolute babe of a man (obviously it’s my bf – close one ) and I am having a terrible time. All because I decided I should be a little serious.

I come across these situations all the time. It could take an hour or a few days to realize that I need to shut it down. Shut my mind down, let it go and move on.

A day without laughter

Have you ever seen a really serious person laugh? It’s because they don’t.

I decided that my new years resolution was to play and laugh more. And you know what? It feels really good.

So enough of the  million lines going across my forehead and a slight twitch in my left eye.
I’ll take a powerful deep breath and let my heart smile.

My advice to you. If you haven’t had a real belly aching, hearty laugh in the last week where you nearly wet your pants, well then what’s the point in life?
Check yourself!

Strong is the new Skinny

strongWe’ve got it dialed!

Workout so much that you’ll have muscles popping out of your eyeballs.  mmmm maybe not. But I have to admit, I am a little jealous that this woman can balance like that and I’m struggling to balance a cup of water, a computer and a snack.

Forget about starving yourself to look good,  just get out there and do something.  Anything! Today I’ll head out and climb the beast of a hill beside my house while dog walking, add a splash of yoga and get my 10 minute workout in.  A new concept that I love. Who doesn’t have 10 minutes to work that butt.

2 years ago I lost up to 18lbs (8kilos). I looked great. I was exercising a lot. Mostly power walking and toning. I was eating lots of veggies and nuts but I didn’t realise that I was missing out on a lot of protein, iron and b12 which I struggled with in a big way in months to come.  And then the hormones turned me into a crazy lady.

As the weight loss progressed I started craving sugar badly. I convinced myself that eating chocolate for breakfast was a good idea. I’d burn it off throughout the day right?  Come on – chocolate for breakfast. That doesn’t sound right.  So clearly I wasn’t loosing weight the right way and I wasn’t feeling awesome.

So my new concept focus on feeling awesome and the weight will sort itself out.