I have decided I am going to Blog about my journey on the 5:2 'Fast' diet plan by Dr Mosley...
This is Week one and day two of fasting!
Monday was my first 'fast' day and it was a KILLER!
I nearly gave up and fell at the first hurdle, which is so unlike me, but I was starving! I did consider at one point how quick I could eat my toddler but I resisted and more importantly, I SURVIVED!
I rewarded myself with a big Papa John's pizza on Tuesday and to be honest wished I hadn't bothered but hey its out of my system now BUT that is the good thing about this particular diet, you don't have to count calories and worry about what you eat on the other 5 days.
Today is my second 'fast' day and I feel great! Yes OK I have felt hungry but today, unlike Monday, I can handle it! Bring IT on I say and it has just driven me forward. Hell yeah, tonight I even sat next to my husband whilst he finished off the remainder of his 600 calories on a bowl of cereal resisting the urge to lunge forward and bite his arm off
*high five*.
A bit of background to the diet in case you are reading this and wondering what the hell I am going on about... Basically its called the 5:2 diet as you fast for 2 days (ladies you can eat up to 500 calories on your fast day and men you get 600) and the other 5 you just eat normally, no calorie counting or worrying that you have to go out for dinner on Saturday night.. sounds good huh?
This goes back to the idea when we used to hunt our food, catch an animal, gorge on it and then have nothing for a few days until we caught something else.
That's my understanding of it anyway!
Only downfall so far - apart from the obvious - is my breath! On my fast days I honk and I would highly recommend investing in a few packets of wrigleys!!
Food Diary
Monday fast Day: Boiled egg, one slice of wholemeal toast (no butter!). 121g of salad, 125g turkey breast, 0.5 tbsp of honey & mustard dressing & 1 tbsp light mayo. Plus 50ml 0f semi skimmed milk (for tea etc)
Thursday fast Day: small banana. brocolli, cauliflower & carrots steamed with 100g chicken breast & 100 ml of gravy. 1 small pot of low fat natural yoghurt. Plus 100 ml of semi skimmed milk (for tea etc)
My Start weight: 10st 7 - My weight Tues 19th Feb: 10st 4
Today, folks, I braved it!
I took my two girls (and my best bud for back up) to Eddie Cats, our local children's soft play hang out!
Where do I begin.. Firstly it cost me £7.95 to get in. £6.45 for the 4yo and £1.50 for the 11mo - my
friend and I got in for free (this was about the only good thing).
We made our way through the crowds of parents all sitting down drinking their cups of coffee and reading the papers. Well, if I could I spose I would. My two don't let you sit down and reap that luxury of taking them oh no YOU too have to get your daily exercise and climb the squidgy stairs of doom!
I took the 11mo in the 'under 90cm' play bit whilst the 4yo went off to explore (only to return within 2 minutes claiming she wanted me to go and explore with her). This is when my first real issue begun, a boy blatantly OVER 90cm came waltzing in and gather up the soft building blocks then ran out with as many as he could carry, I let it go. He then came back a few minutes later to get another armful - by this time I'd started to build a fort with them hoping to deter him from taking any more. This didn't bother him and as he rounded up the last of them I looked at him and said "where are you taking them all" to which he replied "up to the top, we're having great fun, don't worry we're going in a bit and I'll bring them back". Well what could I say to that? So he made off with the last of the blocks and left my 11mo sitting on a padded mat looking at herself in a mirror - fun?! I think not. By this time the 4yo had been back at least 100 times begging me to go and "explore" with her. So we left the 'under 90cm' play bit and went to play football. This was actually ok, and probably the most fun had by all.. well this was until the bigger kids came in and started booting the ball around so we eventually left this bit too.
I saw the "robber" who'd stolen the blocks making his way to the exit with his Dad, had he returned them to their rightful place? Had he fuck, lying little shit!
I then gave in, left the 11mo with my buddy whilst I went with the 4yo to "explore"! Oh what fun! Climbing the stairs of doom, being shoved & pushed out of the way by kids who don't even know the word 'excuse me' but I held my tongue, after all they are kids and that's what kids do.. right?!
Then it happened I saw the blocks that had been wrongly taken from the baby bit downstairs, I said to Molly "quick, grab as many as you can and run"! I was just about to make tail with mine and this kid grabbed the end of the block and starred at me, I starred back.. he said "give it to me" I said "no! These are MINE" and then I ran. I went back up for more but when I got back with the second lot I saw another kid making off with the ones I'd just bought back - fighting a loosing battle? Yes I think so.
I thought I'd just let the 11mo play where she wanted, so we all made our way to the stairs of doom. For a moment I thought 'this wont be so bad' and then I got shoved out the way - by the same kid who I had the stare off with - and he then clambered over my 11mo to get past! Second thoughts, not such a good idea!
My buddy, at this point, had huddled herself in a corner! We found a quiet area with a play mat and books so we sat there for a bit. My buddy looked at me and I looked at her - I asked her what time we'd arrived hoping we had done an hour, we hadn't. I said to her "does it feel like you've been here a year" to which she replied "and the rest!".
I then needed the loo. This is the other bit I HATE, after they have taken your shoes and made you put them in a box you are then expected to go into the public loo with just your socks on! YUK - major washing when we get home!
When I returned I warned the 4yo that we would be going very soon, she agreed but only if I got her the chocolate lolly she'd clocked from the moment we got in there! Fair enough, anything for an easy life.. The last thing we did - well attempted to do - was play the air hockey game. This was going ok but we soon had a crowd of boys who wanted to play but whose parents didn't want to pay the extra 50p for them to have a game (and rightly so I think, the only reason my 4yo got to play was because my buddy offered her a game. I don't think after paying £7.95 to get into somewhere you should then have to fork out more money for these machines that they strategically place around the centre, along with the god damn chocolate lollies) anyway, these boys kept hitting the puck with their hands and it was really starting to piss me off until eventually one of them saw his opportunity and grabbed the hitter and refused to give it back. The only reason I didn't fight this was because the 4yo had got bored and didn't want to finish the game anyway!
The last straw, she insisted on this lolly - which by the way was no bigger than 6cm tall and 3cm wide - I was worried as there didn't appear to be a price.. you know how this is going to end.. I'd already made up my mind any more than £1 and I wasn't paying. I asked the assistant behind the counter and held my breath... £1 freaking 75p NO WAY. We then had to leave with the 4yo crying and having a fit, me almost crying (these were tears of shear joy) that we were actually leaving this hole, and my buddy looking on in disbelief at the whole experience!
I will leave you with this, my best buds facebook status after this outing..
"experienced Eddie Cats for the first time today, that's all the contraception I need"
As the impending doom washes over me, I start to panic as the realisation that
we are going on our first family holiday this year hits home.. Not because we
are going abroad, not because we are going on an aeroplane and our lives hang in
the balance of the pilot, nor the 2 hour car journey to the airport with a baby
that doesn't travel well.. oh no something far worse!
I WILL
ACTUALLY HAVE TO BARE ALL IN A SWIMMING COSTUME!
Long gone
are my bikini days but still.. me.. in a.. swimming costume
*gulps*
So this is it, my new years resolution of losing a
stone and a half - which by the way I have made no attempt to fulfill thus far -
has now got to be swung into action pretty damn quickly!
I
swear as I am writing this I can hear the bar of aero calling me, taunting me
from the cupboard *covers ears*
Its been too long, I have
eaten pretty much what I please for just over a year (since falling pregnant, my
daughter is now 4 months). I'm not as big as I probably think but for me I am
the biggest I've ever been in my entire life.. I have nightmares that people
will start shouting "beeeeached" as I walk along the sand whilst trying to throw
me back in HAHA but no, all jokes aside now is the time to put down the
doughnut, stop eating the copious amounts of cheese - cheese, I love cheese, all
cheeses, smellier the better - chocolate & cake (we have finally finished,
sorry I have finally finished the Christmas cake) as I have no more excuses, I
have 4 months to reach my goal.. can I do it.. watch this space!
Don't get me wrong I love my husband with all my heart but as much as he loves me he also loves his games! This makes me an "Xbox widow" 3 nights a week.. I know some people have it much worse than me, he doesn't go to the pub, he doesn't really go out (the occasional game of golf), he provides for me and my girls and he loves us unconditionally - all he asks for is 3 nights a week..
Well when I put it like that it doesn't seem that bad..
Its not really the time he spends on it, something that I will never understand, how you can physically spend 4 plus hours sat on a chair in front of the flat screen tele only inches from your face controlling a virtual army man running around shooting & blowing up other virtual people, albeit being his brothers and uncles attached to the other end. Its more to do with the noise levels that he reaches when playing and the drone of machine guns and grenades going off in the background.
Let me paint the picture, I'm happily sat on the sofa engrossed in say my book when suddenly I jump out my skin as he shouts "there's someone there plodder, he's behind the bushes, quick quick" and then the language, oh my goodness! He morphs into someone who has a very bad case of tourettes, f**king b***ocks, w****r, FFS! Then there is the fact that at the moment I have no bedroom door, so even escaping to bed to get an early night isn't an option as I am above WW2 happening in my god damn living room!
I sit there and wonder how you can become so engrossed into a world of make believe, I could have - and believe me I have had - whole conversations with him, which he later has no recollection of ever having - I give up! Boys and their toys, I think the expression is?
As I said at the start of this blog, I love him, he has always gamed since the day I met him, I accepted that it is a part of him a long time ago BUT REALLY... when will he grow up! :-D
Steak night, Date night was something me and the hubby did before our evenings were invaded by our new born, nappy changes, constant breast feeding and jigging her to sleep.
Four long months later we saw the return of our beloved one night a week where we cook a nice dinner, just the two of us, no 3 year old mucking around with her food not listening to a word you say and no little baby moaning in her chair (yep she always chooses that time to moan) whilst we eat. Then we would snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie, last nights movie choice was New Moon - nothing like a bit of vampire to set the mood!
As much as I love my two girls it made me remember how important it is to make time with each other, just to enjoy each others company, not to have to think about anything else but each other (and the occasional quick check in on the girls of course).
One night a week, we make it about us.
Just me, him, a scrummy steak, good movie and sometimes a glass of bubbly... heaven!
Yesterdays car journey home from the in laws, Ive never witnessed anything like it!
My child morphed into the devil in a matter of seconds all because she decided that she didn't want to wear her coat home in the car as it will - in her words - "be too tight".. I tried to calmly reason with her explaining that if "you just held on a minute" I would show her that I would loosen the straps to her car seat.. No this did not suffice, then there was kicking, hitting and screaming within seconds. I tried in vain to calm he situation but then I snapped! I pulled her coat off her and thought 'ok, you don't want to wear your coat? Then don't, you can freeze on the way home and maybe learn your lesson'! WRONG! She then hit fever pitch! As I pulled away in the car she crescendoed to a noise that I never thought she was capable of making now stating "I'm COOOOOLD mummy, I'm TOO COLD, STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CARRRRRRRR whilst using the back of Jamie's seat to practise her kick boxing skills which I didn't know she had! This resulted in him retaliating by shouting back at her which in turn started Bonnie breaking her heart as she had no idea in her tiny little mind what was going on! Then me and Jamie started on each other, me for not just keeping the god damn coat on her in the first place and him for shouting like a crazed madman.. I swung into a lay-by so he could put the coat back on her with her still screaming that she was now too cold "Ive got a cold head" "Ive got cold hands"! We finally made it home, I pulled onto the driveway and we sat there for a few seconds in silence, me wondering how the hell I managed not to crash the car with my whole family going berserk in such a confined space with no let up and no escape.. Super mummy sprang to mind.
An hour later and we're all feeling very sorry for ourselves, me feeling like a total mad woman who'd lost control and my daughter acting rather sheepish as Jamie is swaying Bonnie in his arms arms, Molly dancing round the living room and me sat on the sofa with 'I want to know what love is' by Foreigner playing out in the background, we're all looking at each other and probably thinking the same thing... WAS IT WORTH IT??
Well I ventured out for the first time in over four months last night! Only to a friends who lives less than 5 minutes away to meet the rest of the girls and have a bit of a girly nigh but still, a night out. It was good to get out and be just 'me' for a few hours but I didn't stop thinking about Bonnie! I left it just that little bit too late to leave and by the time I got home my little squidge was crying for her mummy.. it took until 1am to settle her back to sleep from 11 o'clock. Not to mention Molly wetting the bed again last night. She has been brilliant since we potty trained her, up until a couple of days ago she had never had an accident at night but all of a sudden its happen twice in the space of a week, she is devastated - bless her.
So all in all I came home to mayhem for the sake of a few hours round a friends.
I then had to ask myself, was it worth it? My answer, No! They are little for such a short space of time and whilst Bonnie is dependent on me and my boobs I will not be attempting it again..
