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I’m feeling quite good at the moment, I actually got myself motivated enough to nip across to the swimming pool at lunchtime today. I work all of two minutes walk from the local sports centre, and the same sports centre is just as close to home as my workplace, ie about five minutes walk. I really don’t have any excuse for the year I’ve spent doing nothing. Anyway, back to what I HAVE done, rather than what I haven’t. I swam 32 lengths of a 25 metre pool, so 800 metres, or the equivalent of half a mile. Not too shabby, considering how little I’ve been doing. But the trick is to now doggedly continue to go to the pool and to train myself to make it a habit. It helps that I’m actually a gold card member and can use the small pool, jacuzzi and sauna of the health suite, if the main pool is shut too. In fact, I should definitely make more use of both jacuzzi and sauna, because both give me feel good vibes, which can help me de-stress in an alternative manner to eating chocolate.

Talking of chocolate – I had a bad food day on Friday, when a colleague brought in cakes for his birthday, to work and then put them on the table behind me. Every time I got up for whatever reason, I passed the table. And I’m ashamed to say that I frequently nabbed things and rationalized that I wouldn’t have any dinner. I didn’t have dinner, but that just led to craving food late at night, so I ended up eating a yogurt, a pack of Cadbury’s Animals (mini chocolate covered biscuits in animal shapes) and a pack of Salt and Vinegar Hula Hoops. So, other than the yogurt, it was a bad eating day – from a nutritional point of view at the very least. Saturday went well, with a breakfast of toast and coffee, no lunch, because I was out for four hours, interacting with a litter of kittens, and then an evening meal of pork steaks followed by fruit.

Sunday was difficult emotionally. I went to visit my husband, ostensibly to collect some books of mine that he’d found whilst unpacking stuff into his new home, but also to tell him face to face that I’d be filing the divorce papers soon. He couldn’t have been nicer whilst I was there, solicitously making me coffee, some bacon rolls for lunch and giving me a hug when I got a bit tearful. But when I got home, I was still feeling fragile and I was craving some comfort. I headed to the freezer and ate the last Ecuador Dark Magnum ice cream that had been located therein. I collected myself a little later and made some scrambled eggs with smoked salmon on toast for dinner.

But today – today is another day. I had yogurt, fruit and coffee for breakfast; the fruit being an orange, an apple and some white grapes so that I could pick at them all through the morning. I’ve been out and done some swimming and now I’ve had lunch of chicken stirfry. I made three times as much as I needed on Thursday evening and froze two portions in plastic boxes for times such as today, when I was running a little late this morning and just grabbed it out of the freezer rather than having to prepare anything for lunch. I’m about to make myself another mug of coffee and to eat a banana. Back home, I put the breadmaker on before leaving the house this morning, so there’ll be a fresh loaf ready when I get back this evening.

My partner is visiting this evening – I’ve got enough stuff to make ratatouille to go with pork steaks for dinner. I’ll probably add a jacket potato to his plate, to sustain him more, although he’s put weight on with me over the past eighteen months, at least. It’s been a week since I saw him and I was still feeling a bit unwell at that point. It’ll be nice to have a snuggle and cuddle.

And finally - I stepped on the scales this morning and the first pesky two pounds is gone :D

I created this journal about a week ago and have been debating how to use it. I've finally decided that I won't replace my LiveJournal with it and will continue to post there about my life trials and tribulations. Instead, I'm going to use this as a place to document my journey back to health. For this, I'll need to post a bit of history, my aims, some pictures, progress along the way and my feelings along the way.

To start - currently I'm recovering from a cold that's laid me out for a week. I'm 41 years old, female and in full-time employment, with no children. I'm about to embark on getting a no-fault divorce after two years of seperation from my husband, subsequent to fifteen years of marriage. We had problems which we tried to work through, but sadly, we moved away from a partnership relationship and less sadly into a friendship. I've moved away from the county where I grew up and where he still resides, to live alone in a county where my closest proper friends (rather than lovely colleagues) are at least 15 miles away. I have a partner, also seperated and not yet divorced, but he lives 60 miles away and has the complication of three daughters, aged 10, 14 and 18.

I'm overweight, teetering towards obese, I think. Actually, I'll work out my body mass index right now. I was somewhat downcast to find that it was 13 stone and 7 pounds when I got on my scales on Saturday evening (no clothes involved), but not really surprised. So, 189 pounds in total - so thats 85.75 kilos. I'm 5 feet and 6.5 inches tall, or 169cm in metric. So, that gives me a BMI of 30.4 (you divide your weight by the square of your height - I used kilos and metres). Eek! I've teetered out from overweight, where I've been residing for a good many years, into obese. I knew that the news wasn't going to be good, when a pair of size 14 trousers that I only bought this time last year were uncomfortably tight. I'm not sure on my body measurements right now, but will duly measure properly for a subsequent post.

I also smoke and have done on and off since I was 15. A bad habit, started on the school bus. But I've always enjoyed the taste of smoke and the smell of fresh smoke. Not the smell of ashtrays however, stale smoke is bleah and I don't smoke inside at my own house because of it - sometimes I'll lean out of my bedroom window, but that's normally the closest I get to smoking indoors there.

Finally - I'm hideously unfit. The most exercise that I regularly do is either a ten minute walk to or from work, or walking round the shops. That's it. I sit in front of a computer at work for eight hours per day, I go home, turn the computer on and do the same for another six hours, before going to sleep.

So - I have several aims:
To cut down on my smoking. My partner smokes and I'm not sure that I'm mentally prepared or signed up for quitting
To do more exercise. I NEED to do this - being so sedentary is ridiculous.
To lose weight. I don't want to do this for the sake of looks, although my vanity is telling me that there's a huge wardrobe of clothes that I own, much of which I'll be able to wear again once I've got rid of 20 pounds, most of which I'll be able to wear again once I've got rid of 35 pounds and all of which I'd look great in if I manage to lose 45 pounds. More importantly, I'd improve my health, particularly by observing sensible diet guidelines, such as eating more portions of fruit and vegetables and less of junk food and processed food.

My word though, 45 pounds loss is a long way away. Aiming at a pound a week, nearly a year away. Although, experience tells me that I can lose more than that over the first couple of months. And I'm conscious that I've got a holiday coming up in mid-September, eighteen weeks away. If I managed to lose 12lb in the first six weeks, 9lb in the second six weeks and 6lb in the third six weeks, that's a total of 27lb. Just a shade under two stone. 12.25 kilogrammes. A BMI of 26, which would be in the low overweight category.

If I eat well, following a sensible moderate diet and gradually up my exercise - that should be easy! It's time to get cracking.

Get moving!

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