And so, we come to the last Exercise Report Card. Over the past few months I’ve upped my activity level, discovered that doing exercise while having children is possible, and dropped almost 6kg. It’s been slow, but hopefully it’s sustainable in this new life of mine!
A fellow Weight Watcher once set out these barriers to weight loss in a meeting:
H – hunger (going too long between meals / snacks)
A – anger
L – loneliness
T – tiredness
We’ve had weeks, literally weeks of rain. It’s been playing havoc with my attempts to get outside and exercise, and contributed to a general feeling of s-l-u-g-g-i-s-h-n-e-s-s.
However, with my good intentions from last week on my mind, here’s how I fared this week. Continue reading
This week I am very aware that (a) I’ve been out for dinner twice and (b) the Easter holiday is coming up.
It’s sad but since I’ve started this mission to get fit, I find eating out and going on holiday stressful. After all, I just know that healthy eating and exercising is probably about to go out of the window. So this past week (and this following week) is about trying to minimize the damage with pre-emptive exercise.
It’s been a manic week, so I’ve been mainly limited to walking (and this is going to be a short post as it’s totally catching up with me). I was amazed to find that I’d dropped another kilo at this week’s weigh-in, so don’t let anyone tell you that walking isn’t exercise!
This week’s report:
Last week’s exercise report card showed that I’d met my goal of four bouts of exercise a week, but all within three days. As suspected, this was not a good idea. I didn’t feel that great and at my weekly weigh-in I’d put on 0.2kg. Yes, I felt like I’d hit a wall.
So this week I have exercised on six days out of seven. It’s been gentler than normal as I was hit with a back spasm at the beginning of the week, but at least I’ve been moving.
This week I have indeed met my goal of doing four bouts of exercise…but this was all within three days. Oops. Feeling better than last week though, possibly due to more sleep?
Monday: no exercise
Tuesday: 40 minutes Pilates, 25 minutes walking (notice what I did there, 2 bouts in one day…does that really count?)
This week I have been very aware that taking care of myself takes up time, and this makes me feel guilty. Rationally I know that I need to take care of myself. But without an acute medical reason to exercise / eat well / rest, my emotions tell me that I have no excuse to ‘waste’ time on myself.
Ah, the joy of mummy guilt.
Anyway, here’s this week’s progress: