We're back and it's time to get bikini ready!

Yet again, I apologise for the huge absence. We’ve been incredibly busy, me with my temp job (which I’ve now left to soon go to another temp job,) failing my QTS Numeracy and trying to keep on top of everything else I normally do when I’m not buying things I can’t afford.

I won’t lie, I have bought clothes. Some are fantastic, others are just comfy and one is my bright pink Nike sports bra which I am wearing under my onesie after my run. It is so comfortable; it feels like my boobs are getting a hug. I just haven’t got around to blogging about anything for one reason or another.

So, I’ve made tonight comeback night for a few reasons: A.) I went for a wander with Alley today and bought lip butter, BB cream and Barry M top coat and I feel I’ll have to do a blog about them soon. B.) Until 16^th, I’m technically in between jobs again, and then I’m going back to my old school job to cover someone’s sick leave for 6 weeks. Then I go on holiday. I don’t know what comes after. That depends entirely on whether I can pass QTS Numeracy in another two attempts.

The holiday leads me nicely on to C.) My office job has made me fat. Well, not obese, but bigger than I’d like with the abundance of cake and easy accessibility of Starbucks. I’ve definitely gone up a dress size and I would like to rectify it. I have 9 weeks to the day until I go on holiday, so 9 weeks to buckle down and get bikini ready. You, my wonderful readers, will be following my progress.

So, I am currently a UK 12, 5ft 3 and I don’t know my weight, but it won’t be good. I’m fairly bottom heavy, but recently fat has begun to gather around my middle and give me love handles and a bit of a wobbly tummy. I’m not doing this alone. Alley is giving it a go and my boyfriend who has also gained weight (yes, our cosy nights in with pizza and chocolate have taken their toll) are joining in.

I shall be chronicling what I eat and how I exercise and how I feel doing it, starting with yesterday.

2nd April 2013.

Food Intake.

Breakfast – Apple

Lunch – M&S Oriental Tuna Rolls with Miso Sauce and those green beans that I’m not entirely sure of their real name.

Snack – Apple.

Dinner – Mackerel in tomato sauce with brown bread.

Snack – Special K cereal bar.

Exercise.

10am – Gym Session 1.

20 minute cross trainer, 15 minutes and 8km bike, 20 minute run/ walking up an incline.

3.30pm – Gym Session 2.

3.5km run, 5km bike, 10 minutes cross trainer on a high resistance, 3 sets of 30 on both of the leg weight machines that look like you’re presenting yourself. (I honestly don’t know what these are called) and 3 sets of 30 sit ups with 25kg.

So yesterday was pretty hard core, but I wanted to shock my system into weight loss mode and throw myself well and truly into it. Yes I burned more calories than I consumed and no, I didn’t eat enough, but I didn’t die, and that’s what I wanted to prove to myself. That I won’t starve, I won’t be miserable and I can do it.

3^rd April 2013.

Food intake

Breakfast: Cereal

Snack: Coffee and a biscuit.

Snack: Coconut water.

Lunch: Salad made of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, hummus, kidney beans, chick peas and a little bit of salmon pasta and carrot. It was a mucky mixture but VERY tasty. Nothing in this world is worse than a boring salad.

Dinner: Lime and chili coated haddock, salad and new potatoes.

Snack: A tiny cupcake my nephew made because I would have felt mean saying no.

Exercise

30 run with my sister. I didn’t measure the distance, but I feel it may have at least got rid of the cake.

Today has been easier, but I haven’t done as much exercise as I should have and I’m currently trying to ignore the eater eggs I have left. I have proven that I won’t die without bread, so that’s something.

To be honest, I’m seriously worried that this won’t work. I really don’t want to be putting in this kind of effort with thinking about every meal, resisting snacks and sweets and wine and forcing myself to exercise and for it not to work. I just really want this healthy life style to become a habit instead of a necessity, because at the moment, I feel like a naughty child being denied the biscuit tin and angry for letting myself put weight on in the first place.

Just think bikini and dream of thighs that don’t wobble.

  

 Meal ideas or inspiration? I'm in need of both!

Rachel.