I Ran.

Today I did a thing for the first time in my life. I went for a run. It's been brewing for a while now, ever since my friend started running, and then subsequently did the Great North Run and became a hero (in my eyes!).
Let me tell you something about my run. It did not go as expected. Allow me to share some of the things which I thought would happen, but didn't..

1. I didn't die.
2. I didn't pass out.
3. I didn't throw up.
4. My dodgy knees/ankles/hip didn't hurt.
5. My sports bra didn't fail spectacularly, knocking me out.
6. The members of the public I passed didn't openly laugh at my panting, sweating form (especially surprising as I ran past some teenage boys walking to school).
7. I didn't give up. 

I think number 7 is the most important. I'm an habitual quitter. I'm a bloody professional quitter. I didn't come back to this blog after my first post because it kept slipping my mind, and then I was too embarrassed to admit that. So when I decided last night that I was going to start couch to 5K, I didn't truly believe that I'd ever leave the house. I did everything in my power to prepare and make it easy for myself in the morning, I laid out every item of clothing (including 2 sports bras, I was very concerned about point number 5 above) that I would need, I put my shoes ready, I set an alarm early, but not too early, knowing that if I was too ambitious my early-morning alter ego would just turn the alarm off and sleep until 11. But I still didn't really believe it. Frankly, I still don't!

I've always been scared of going running. I was really scared of all the things I've listed (with the possible exception of actually dying) but as it turns out, none of these things happened, and running isn't so bad after all. All I have to do now is keep at it, and go again, and again. Right now, I really want to go again, but we shall see how I feel when it's raining!

In anticipation...

Today marks the eighth week (and eighth weigh-in) of my slimming journey. I don't do well at sitting and waiting for things (and I don't want to clean the kitchen!) so I've decided to do something I've been contemplating for a while. I've decided to start a blog about my journey from blob to babe.
My problem with dieting is boredom. I crave exciting flavours and a lot of the time the recipes following slimming plans are bland and you end up eating the same thing every day, which bores me out of my skull, and into the welcoming arms of crisps, and one massive binge later I've undone all my good work. Which is why I'm here writing this! As well as tracking my personal achievements and musings, I plan to write down some of my recipes, partly as a personal challenge (I make up recipes as I go along and don't measure ANYTHING so it'll be a challenge to come up with instructions that aren't extremely vague) but also so that if some like-minded person is trawling the internet for some healthy food which is damn tasty, they might find me and regain some hope!

This week I've forced myself into a really strict regime of eating mainly veg. I'm not going to lie it's been a rough seven days, I've pretty much eaten the same damn thing every single day and I'm going out of my mind. I needed it though, last week I put on 1.5lb, my first gain since starting, and it gave me a huge kick up the bum. The goal this week is to hit the elusive 1 1/2 stone marker, which also means I'll have lost 10% of my starting body weight, which in 2 months is pretty cool. I'll let you know how I get on!

Now, I suppose, I should really clean the kitchen!

Lyndsay x