All day Playsuit

So I have a terrible issue of guilt today. Guilt that I should have gone to the gym and I didn’t. I wish I had a valiant excuse like I was rather busy saving the planet from attacking aliens**, or I was cryogenically frozen for 12 hours, or even I was writing an essay. And although I did make it a further 5 pages into ‘Bleak House’, I have tried and failed to find anything to blame except myself for the exercise-free day, today. My best attempt is: it was raining a bit when I thought about going.

It’s not such a mega disaster. Nobody died. However, I get the feeling that a 30% success rate for my three ‘healthy’ days so far is more than a little dismal. If I don’t keep going, how is the healthy thing going to work? Maybe part of the reason for my not going is that I’m fairly convinced I saw two people I know/knew last time I went. I’m not entirely sure, as I was glasses-less.

Steps today:

-       I ran up the stairs when I needed to go up the stairs, to try to compensate for the lack of gyming. It was fairly unsuccessful.

-       Driving-in-massive-rain based anxiety exercise. Update: still have not crashed.

-       I retract my statement yesterday about Bread. Rice cakes are now the easy route to my heart. I have nearly finished the packet and my parent is unlikely to allow me anymore. But yay for inflatable low calorie deliciousness.

-       I ate two oranges, so I’m still three short of my five-a-day.

-       I did not leave the house** and I wore my onesie bedwear all day. Not exactly heaven but quite close I imagine. On a side note my onesie was called a ‘playsuit’ on the receipt – sleep is literally the most fun you can have when there are no rice cakes available.

*Either the aliens were attacking the planet or the planet was attacking aliens. Both ways I fictionally saved it.

**That’s actually a lie because I went driving PLUS I went to fetch poster paints from the side passage next to our house.

Not speeding

I’m becoming increasingly picky regarding my choice of food. This is not a ‘dieting choice’ but just a case of some foods not appealing to me. I wish this were a positive thing, so I could persuade myself to not like stuff that was bad for me, but it turns out that’s not how it works. How it does work, however, is ridiculous. For example, I like apples, well, I like some apples, all right, a few. Apples have to be smallish, very crunchy, unblemished and have a mostly red-but-with-some-bits-of-green colouring. This rule, unfortunately, does not apply to biscuits. I have no prejudice towards any sort of biscuit*.

The other part to this is that I don’t tend to get bored of the foods I do like, so I could eat a million slices of bread (granary from Morrison’s or Sainsbury’s – I don’t like Tescos). Literally, if I were to date someone, Bread would be the way to my heart.

So today’s steps:

-       I walked around a supermarket. It was supersuper cold for which I had not planned in advance so I definitely burnt a million calories trying to warm myself up. It did not help that it was very early in the morning (for a student on vacation). I also lost my parent several times which resulted in more walking but overall I can’t imagine it was all that much exercise.

-       I acquired rice cakes at the shop so most of my nutrition today was in the giant inflatable rice format. However, I then ate more of it than was probably healthy and therefore reversed any potential health benefits of it having lower calories. It was a nice alternative to bread though**. I also, interestingly, found out that my mum has a real aversion to rice cakes. As in she had to LEAVE the room while I was eating them. Maybe she was bitten by a giant rice cake when she was younger?

-       The anxiety related calorie burning via driving made an appearance again today. Unfortunately it was my mother who largely ‘benefited’ from that particular health benefit this time – I maintain that the speed limit WAS 60 and I was not above 50 for very long at all***. I also stalled on a hill at the front of the biggest traffic queue at some road works but I escaped that predicament LIKE A BOSS. Like a Boss who turns the engine back on and then proceeds like nothing happened.

-       I consumed definitely at least two flapjacks. They were tasty. I will go to the gym tomorrow.

I considered today (…the second day) as a ‘day-off’ as I’d gone all the way to the gym yesterday. I had thought about going for a walk or swimming but I napped the hell out of most of this afternoon, on account of the ‘early’ start.

* except, perhaps, rich tea but that is beside the point.

** did I mention I LOVE bread.

***largely due to threats related to slowing down. “40 IS PLENTY” “SLOWWWW DOWNNNN!!!!”

Not Dieting dieting.

First question: why are you writing this?

First answer: several reasons, to end the endless spiral of brain crack*, to have some sort of online conscience and to see if my mother’s claims, that my forte is undoubtedly journalism, hold water.

You know what I want to talk about? Dieting. Not Dieting dieting, if you know what I mean - the ones where you eat a block of cheese to sustain you for a week or count every single item that goes inside you. Just the healthier eating and doing some exercise side of dieting. That’s the dieting I’m trying to attempt because I accept that I’m not ‘Fat’. At the same time, I know I could be healthier and perhaps feel better as a result of tidying up my love affair with food.

The steps I took today (both forward and backwards) are here:

-      - I went to the actual gym. I ‘ran’ for 30 minutes on the running machine. That was all. I used to do about 55 minutes but let’s start slowly right? Also, I was dropped off at the sports centre after my driving lesson when really I should have walked the 10 minutes between there and my house. I walked back though.

-       -I ate a considerable amount of cake. I love cake. I don’t mind having some cake but today involved quite a lot of cake, without even an occasion** to justify it. So I need to work on eating less excess foods. If you’re counting calories, which is sometimes entertaining, I ‘saved’ around 200 on the treadmill (I was half walking, half leisurely jogging) and probably gained around 500 GAZILLION on the cake parade.

-       I drove to pick up my sister with my mum, which hopefully burned a couple of calories during the exercise of severe anxiety/fear of imminent death. Didn’t die, also an achievement.

I should count my steps again, that would definitely help.

*yeah, I can end the endless by blogging.

**Occasions count as either birthdays or period.