Today was the first day of knuckling down and getting some fat burnt off. I’d give myself a solid 7/10 for effort today and I’ll take it. Room for improvement isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
2l of water and I wanted to try this pre-workout gel from my protein. I’m not the biggest fan of exercise and I wanted to see what difference, if any, it made. The taste is not excellent but I definitely felt a nice little rush which is what I wanted.
Cut to me dancing around like I was in the back of a Whitney Houston music video for 20mins blasting all out 80s tunes.
Followed by 2 lovely toasted bagels with jam. These have pretty decent fibre and protein macros, the calories are on the higher side but they’re so worth it.
It got to about 3.30pm and I was starving so I did have to have myself a little snackaroo. The best thing about the almond milk is how low the calories are 👌
And then on to the final evening meal
The fella was very lucky and had a toad in the hole. I could have had the Yorkshire but I didn’t want to use the calories on it in the end. Have to say though, I love my own roast potatoes.
So it’s not been a bad day all in all. Yes I did also have a bag of skips (71 calories) and yes I had a smidge of actual chocolate as well. But honestly this is the first day in weeks where I am being open about my calorie intake. Also that 2l of water has been smashed and I can’t remember the last time I did that either.
Tomorrow could be far worse. Mondays tend to be trigger days for me. I’m not a massive fan of my job. Like a lot of people, I don’t hate it, it’s OK, but I don’t wake up looking forward to my day. More often than not, that then leads me to the shop in the morning for an energy drink, chocolate, biscuits, a pastry, the whole fucking shop really. It’s emotional eating I suppose. Quite literally trying to fill a void because, at least in a ‘professional’ capacity, I am certainly unfulfilled.
For some people that’s not a problem. I remember my uncle once said to me, “I work to live, I don’t live to work”. As a bit of a self-confessed work-aholic, I love working. But right now, I don’t. And that may be a problem that is going to need to be fixed.
Right now though, not a bad start. I’m proud of myself for committing to the day as much as I could. Sounds silly to some I’m sure. But my weight has been a literal heavy burden since I was about 10 and started to notice that it made me different. I’ve never not been overweight, fat or obese for 2 decades. And hopefully, this is the start of the end of the obstacle that is my own body.
Wish me luck for day 2!
Goodbye fat girl (love you) 