weelissa

Lover of make-up, good food, fine wine, heavy weights and sleeping…

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Aim to Succeed

You know when you waken in the morning and the sun is beating through the windows, and it gives you the urge? You know, the urge? When you wake up feel that… feeling. It’s so overpowering, the need to just do it. You know…?

No; not that feeling. The feeling you get when you wake up and you want to be healthy.

Today I woke up with that feeling. I was bouncing off the ceiling, scratching round the fridge for some power food which would make me radiant! Unfortunately we haven’t done a shop for a week so I settled on a small wholegrain roll toasted and spread with Coconoil and peanut butter. Not terrible…

I’ve been so bad this year. My job is manic, and working close to fifty hours a week takes its toll on your energy levels. I find it so difficult to fit in exercise and find the time to make healthy foods. But this morning, I decided that I’m not happy wearing leggings every day because my jeans are too tight, and I don’t like the new tyre around my middle. My shape is still there, it’s just got some extra padding which seriously needs to jog on.

I failed when I put my gym gear on. I hate the way I look. I used to be taut and, not slim, but you could see the definition. Right now I look soft and squidgy, like a nectarine past its use by date. Not a good look in lycra. But it was seeing myself this way which was the first domino in the fall. I decided that because I was so horrible looking that I needed to punish myself, therefore I flipped through my little book of workouts and picked out a challenging one; a 500 rep kettlebell strength number. I grabbed my 20kg and got to work. After my first 50 double swings I dropped to my 14kg to do 25 single arm rows on each arm, and 50 goblet squats. After this, I gave up. 150 reps in and I gave up. I sat down and felt useless. But then I realised I had set myself up for a fail. I haven’t properly exercised in a few months and I set upself up to do a pretty challenging workout with a heavy kettlebell. It was really never going to happen. If I had I set myself up to to 50 double swings, 25 single arms rows on each arm and 50 goblet squats and leave it there, I would have ended on a high; proud of myself for setting out to do something and achieving it.

I guess the lesson here is to set yourself up to succeed. Set realistic fitness goals and when you achieve the goal you’ll feel fantastic. In other words, don’t pull a Lissa.

Until next time.

New Year, New You

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a fantastic festive period and didn’t overindulge too much like I did. Traditional Boxing Day trifle went down a treat this year, just like every other year before it, and the wine carafe was always full, just like every weekend before it since 2005.

I bet my right arm (and you can keep it, because I hate my bingo wings) that everyone is having a health kick this January. Are you weighing your Special K and counting the calories in your morning coffee? Yeah, you’re on a health kick. It’s either one of your New Years resolutions or you’re just trying to ease back into the way life was before buy one get one free mince pies in Asda. And I’m no different. I too am on a health kick, but a different kind of health kick than usual.

Pushing yourself too hard can reverse the desired outcome.

Studies have shown that most people break their healthy New Years resolutions by January 5th. Any diet resolution which forces you to eat peanut butter out the jar at 1am on a Thursday morning is not a great resolution, and the reason why most people are forced to break their resolutions is because they are unrealistic. If you set yourself a booze free January then you’re just going to end up sucking chocolate liquers and crying into your cranberry juice. A better way to ensure you are becoming healthier is to make it gradual. Instead of a booze free month, go for four booze free days a week, or only drink at weekends. Immediately the goal is achievable and it is still bringing you a little bit closer to good health.

Another resolution which is high on most people’s charts is the ‘I’m going to the gym every day after work and I’m gonna be so buff’. So you sign up on a £50 a month contract for a year and jog to the gym in your new lycra ready to sweat. But come the end of your second week, you’re exhausted, malnutritioned and you’ve gained 3lbs. Oh, did you hear that? It was the sound of a cork popping on a bottle of wine. Bang! Two resolutions broken in week two. Common knowledge with us humans is that if we over exert ourselves into something then we soon bore ourselves of it and lose interest completely. If you’re going to join a gym, then start by going three times a week for about an hour and eating a good diet to justify the gym. If you overdo it, you’ll quit. And the weight gain will be because you’ve gained muscle, your body thinks you’re starving because you’re over working it and not eating enough, you’re retaining water, you’re menstruating or you haven’t pooped since Christmas Eve. Three times a week, that’s all you need to do to make a difference to your physical health.

And the same goes for your diet. Don’t restrict your calories too much, because most likely you’ll be cutting your intake from the past two weeks by over two thirds which will instantly tell your body it’s starving and your body will instantly try to store everything you eat. Be sensible. Instead of eating cabbage soup for a month, which lets face it, will only last until Monday lunchtime, just cut the crap. Sweets, desserts, starchy carbs like bread and white pasta and fizzy drinks, or even one or two of these will make a difference to your health and you’re much more likely to stick to the plan.

So although I’m sitting here sipping on a small glass of Chianti, it’s all part of my eating plan for the month, which I have been sticking to. If you want to know about said eating plan then you’ll need to read my next post. Until then, stay healthy.

The Eureka Diet Moment

Fat Lissa

Pre Diet Jacket

Something we are all guilty of is keeping old clothes at the back of our wardrobes for years, even decades

Of course, everyone does it for different reasons. Some do it in case Burberry style printed skirts from Internacionale come back onto the catwalk. Others are terrified to part with silk shirts which house shoulder pads that would make Joan Collins cringe, just in case their ever longed invite to the Dynasty set comes through the letterbox postmarked 1985.

Then there are people like me. Whose wardrobe at my childhood home plays homage to my formerly fat self. Or just now, my formerly fatter self. Size 24 coats and my sixth year prom dress which now sits perfectly around my ankles. As I’ve put on a bit of weight in my new job, a trip home was a perfect excuse to remind myself of just how far I’ve come in my body makeover. Unfortunately I didn’t account for the fact that I might just come across my lovely Topshop size 12 red winter coat which I got for Christmas two years ago. Ohhh, I immediately wondered if I could squeeze it into my suitcase to take back to Leeds. Now, the last time I tried this coat on it was too big and I had to wear a really thick scarf to make it look normal on me. But nothing prepared me for how tiny it was when I eventually got it on. And that was my eureka moment. I can’t keep being this ‘comfortable’ with my life, because if I’m not careful I’m going to turn back into the lifeless girl I used to be and I don’t want to be her anymore. Tomorrow, on the train back to Leeds, I’m going to devise a training and diet plan for the run up to Christmas.

I’ll post details and keep you updated. But for now, stay healthy and don’t give into the smell of Greggs sausage rolls.