Biggest Loser day 3

When I woke this morning I don't think there was a single bit of my body that didn't hurt however I seemed to manage better than Tuesday as i did manage to run the whole 2 miles. It took me 33 minutes. It wasn't easy and I felt like I was dying by the end of it but I managed it.

At 11 I had a boxing session with Matt. I really do enjoy that. It's fun even if I do feel silly doing it. I was absolutely exhausted though. It was really difficult. Then just to finish it off Matt put me on the stair master which was torture.

At 3 I did a weights circuit at the gym. That was ok but I couldn't do the shoulder press. I just couldn't do it. Think I will have to do that more often and keep trying.

After that I went to give blood. It is the first time I have done that for about 9 or 10 years and it has never bothered me in the past but this time it did. As I was on my way home I went really hot and started feeling woozy. With hinesite I probably should have pulled over but I didn't think of that at the time. It continued all evening so I didn't go for the walk or do the ab work.

biggest loser day 2

When I woke up on Tuesday morning I HURT! I started to realise that maybe Matt had had a point. I had been whinging about the exercise plan and saying that I wasn't sure it was enough. I kept going on about how the people on the biggest loser do 6 hours a day. Matt said that what was planned was enough and if we did more that that at this point by week 2 I wouldn't be able to do anything.

I reluctantly agreed but that was partly why I went a lot further than I was supposed to on last nights walk.

This morning I struggled. I really struggled to get out of bed and put my things on and go out for my 2 mile run. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't make my legs keep going. I eventually had to give up trying to run and walk. The route I take means I go back passed my house before I'm finished and I considered just going home but thought no, if I can't run it I can at least finish it walking and then at least I'm burning some calories. so I did, but I was pretty fed up about it.

At 11 I went to the gym for a cardio session. I did summit trainer, bike and cross trainer but I didn't do as much as I would usually do on them because I was struggling so much (I also hadn't slept well Monday night)

Back to the gym at 3 for a weights session. That went ok but when I just do weights it seems to be over quickly and then I'm at a loss as to what I should be doing. i think I'm better doing both cardio and weights together. If I do them alternate it means I can manage more cardio and I'm not wondering what to do when the weights are over.

In the evening I went for a walk but this time stuck to the plan. I put 2.2kg worth of weights in a rucksack and took Bonnie for a walk. I thought I would struggle with the rucksack but I actually hardly even noticed it. I walked onto a area that is just on the road where I haven't been for ages (now I can drive I tend to go to Ogden instead) and when I got to a section where you can carry on at the top where it is easy or you can follow a path that goes down the banking I was about to follow the top path out of habit but then thought about it.

That bottom path has a very steep difficult bit that I was never able to get past. It scared me just looking at it and I knew I couldn't do it but one time I did try and ended up on my hands and knees hanging on and had to scramble back up to where I'd come from. I used to let the kids go that way and I'd walk along the top.

I thought 'I bet I can do it now' so went that way. I started thinking about something else, my mind was wondering, then I suddenly realised I was passed what I used to think was the scary bit and was on my way up the other side. I had walked down it without even thinking about it.

That put me in a brilliant mood. I may have put weight back on and be more unfit than the stage I did manage to get to but there is nothing like a reminder like that of how much more I can do and how much easier things are than before I started to put a big smile on my face.

Then I got to the bit where you have to go back up to the top path. I used to watch the kids scrambling up there and wonder how on earth they managed it 'it's practically vertical!' I went up it and yes, it's steep, it made me pant but it really wasn't that bad, it is a very short distance.

Then the next part. Again 2 choices. Carry on the top path where it is completely flat or follow the path that goes back down to the more interesting leafy, meadowy part. I did used to go down there because the path going down is much more gentle and when you get down there you again have 2 choices walk along the flat or there are very steep mounds and dips where kids ride their bikes and skateboards. My kids would run up and down them whilst I stood on the flat bit panicking and covering my face and shouting at them to be careful.

When I got to that bit I walked up to the top of one of the mounds and looked down and thought 'dare I?' and walked down and up the other side (maybe next time I'll run) then I walked on and got to the next one which was even steeper. I was very unsure about that one, took a step forward and felt the ground start to move under my foot, stepped back and walked round. HAHAHA I'm still a wuss.

At the end of that bit there is again a steep banking to get back up to the top path. That was always the end of the walk. I would turn around and retrace my steps back home. Not now, I went up the banking and carried on the top path that now went into a more rocky path that I never used to go on because it was past the point I turned around. When I got to the end of there I looked at my watch and it was about time to be heading home anyway so it worked out really well.

When I got home it had been 50minutes, just 5 minutes over what I was supposed to be doing and I had really enjoyed it so that was a good end to the second day.

Biggest Loser day 1

When I woke up on Monday morning I felt ill. Overeating to excess and with very unhealthy fatty food when you have no gall bladder is not a good idea. I had been feeling gradually worse for a while and Monday was really bad.

Still, I couldn't give in on day one so I set off and ran 2 mile before breakfast as Matt had instructed. I was suprised at how difficult it was. I had been saying to myself 'it's only 2 miles' I mean I did 13 miles (though didn't run it all) on the great north run. But it seems I'm back to struggling with just 2 mile. Just goes to show how unfit I've got again.

I'm not back to how I was though. I'm not 21st 7lb and unable to run at all like I used to be.

Then I went to the gym where Matt weighed me and took photos. He was going to measure me too but we both forgot. The photos weren't that good because what I was wearing pretty much covered everything.

I weigh 109.9kg which is 17st 4lb

17st 4lb !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god. That is just awful.

My body fat is 47.6% and my bmi is 34.7

I had already been thinking about the photos and thought no matter how awful I wanted realistic and accurate before pictures showing what I manage to achieve. On the biggest loser they take the photos in shorts and sports bra's so if they can do that so can I. So I did my own later at home. Though it is actually really difficult taking photos of yourself. getting the camera in the right position.

I was supposed to go out for a 45 minute walk with a weighted rucksack that evening. I forgot the rucksack but ended up walking for 1hr 40minutes. When I set off I walked down the road but then I decided to go find a park I knew was in the area. It's a strange place, you would be unlikely to find it if you didn't know it was there even though it is a big park and woodland. It is totally surrounded by houses with just little paths here and there that lead into it. I had lived in the area for years without ever knowing about it until one day I was walking Bonnie with the children and said 'lets go see where that path leads.

It was nice to go back there, it is a long time since I last went there and the path back up through the woodland is quite hard work. I was pretty exhausted by the time I got home. Then I did ab work and press ups.

Right now I'm going to post the photos Matt took and the photo's I took. They are pretty horrendous but I don't care because that isn't going to be me anymore.

biggest loser

ok so I haven't been doing my blog since starting on Monday as promised but I have a rest day tomorrow so will definitly do it then. With photos - shocking photos. But if the people on the biggest loser can let the world see them like that I can let a handful of people see them and then see the change.

Shorts and sports bra just like they do on the biggest loser.

Does anyone actually read this? I'd be very suprised if they do. Not really much point continuing.

Butlins day 2

I've been very well behaved today. I had branflakes, yogurt and fruit for breakfast, Half a chicken baguette for lunch (I shared it with chloe). A pair for a snack. For tea I got the turkey, potato gratin and green beans. Potato gratin isn't eactly healthy but it's not that bad and is the only thing that wasn't. It wasn't as nice as the potato gratin I make though.

It turned out the turkey was wrapped round a sausage so I gave the sausage to Chloe. I was still hungry but again didn't have any pudding. I went and got some salad instead. I was a bit bad putting crutons and mayo on it but looking at the day overall I think it has been pretty good. I've also had another pair this evening (the fruit was stolen at breakfast time)

I got the step out but the problem is I'm in an upstairs chellet and when I started the noise it made there is no way I could carry on so that was a complete waste of time bringing it.

I'm quite pleased with myself today, especially considering Butlins makes me flippin miserable and so I want to eat.

Day 1 at Butlins

Got up at 4am to drive to Butlins in Bognor Regis. The journey took much longer than expected. First there was roadworks on the M1 then there was an accident on the M1 which resulted in traffic at a standstill. Then onto the M25... more roadworks then an accident then yet more roadworks.

I thought we were never going to actually get to Bognor Regis but we did mid afternoon. Diet was on good on route. Pan chocolate before leaving. crunchy nut cornflakes when we stopped for breakfast. Chocolate biscuit and packet of crisps whist driving. Red bull (that was necessary) and when we stopped for lunch I had scampi and chips (it was horrible).

When we got here I had an unplanned workout to make up for it. I wish I had been wearing my hr monitor. When I thought 'we are staying in this country, there is no luggage allowance' and packed 2 huge suitcases, really huge, you can't buy bigger, 1 largest you can buy holdall and my aerobic step, no one mentioned that I would have to take them all up a flight of stairs. I also didn't consider that every other time I've had Stephen to help but not this time.

It's quite some distance from the car part to the challet. I couldn't find a trolley so just took one of the cases to start with. Then discovered I had to take it up a flight of stairs. That was difficult enough. Then I found a trolley and went back and got the rest of the stuff. Getting them all up the stairs on my own really was very hard. I wish I knew how much that second suitcase weighed as I know I can now lift quite heavy weights. I supprise myself by doing thing like carrying a full size tv set from one room to another. I probably couldn't do it more than once and complain a lot but I know if need be I can lift and carry very heavy things.

That suitcase. I had all on to lift it and couldn't move it more than a couple of steps at a time. By the time I had everything inside I was knackered and swetting like a pig. It was disgusting. it was seriously as bad as when I work really hard at the gym.

Still, in a way that sort of made me feel good. I knew that a few years ago I wouldn't have been able to do that. I don't know what I would have done if I had found myself in that situation, I probably would have tried and then sat and cried until someone came along and did it for me.

As we were walking round I was quite suprised at the number of really obese people here. It seems butlins attracts them. After getting all the luggage in I got changed and looked in the mirror and thought 'my god I look pregnant' Then I realised that I am one of those people. That was a depressing thought.

With that thought in my head we went to dinner. lots of nice looking food. Roast chicken in some yummy looking sauce, toad in the hole, maccaroni cheese and several other things. I had ham salad. There were loads of different cakes and cheese cakes and profitterolles and things like that for desert but nothing healthy, not so much as a yogurt or piece of fruit so I had none.

I was sat sulking and whining about how nice the cheesecake looks but I can't eat it when Chloe said 'you can have some cheesecake if you win the big race' (she calls the London Marathon the big race) That made me laugh a lot and temorarily cheered me up.

We went to the shop and there wasn't that much I could eat from there either but I was reluctant to buy anything anyway. I've already paid for out meals, I can't not eat the food I've paid for then go buy other food from the shop instead.

tomorrow might be better.

I'm also feeling guilty about paying £35 for internet access. It didn't take long to realise I'm not going to be able to go to Mcdonalds for the free internet. It would take quite a chunk out of each day and mean Chloe would miss loads of stuff and it seems silly when I'm just sat here on my own once she's in bed. So I thought what the hell and paid the £35.

Feet are aching like mad. Not sure what that's about, feels like I've been on my feet all day rather than behind the wheel of a car.