So yesterday, my dear wife left me in London to join the other 13 thousand or so people looking to complete the London Landmarks Half Marathon. Running something that wifey finds enjoyable, she entered along side my cousin – only my cousin didn’t get a place.
At around 09.40, I gave her kiss and wished her luck as she joined the huge queue to start her run. Initially we planned to see her at Miles 2, 5, 6, 7.5, 8, 9, 12 and the finish. They layout of the route meant that we got to see them 3 or 4 times at points without us having to move more than a few feet.
So tomorrow the London Landmarks Malfunction Marathon is being hosted for mad people to run around 13 miles. Why people would do this, I do not understand.
Running for me is not enjoyable. It might be if I was a lot lighter, so there wasn’t as much pressure on my knees, but there is a big reason I choose to cycle to lose weight, my bum and weight are supported.
But tomorrow I will be in London. Not to run the half marathon but to shout and cheer on my wife and mother-in-law. They’re the ones mad enough to complete this amazingly difficult challenge.
For the most part of 2019, I’ve written a weekly “Time to Reflect” post which looks back on my week. This has been my way of posting about my loss for said week. I’m changing things up a bit now though…
I’m starting a new post feature called “My Weight Loss Notes”. I will still writing the Time to Reflect posts too, but they will be more about how I’m feeling and dealing with the journey of losing weight, where as the Weight Loss Notes will be me talking about my actual weight loss so far. It will be where I can put down what I did during the week, how I’m changing physically (if at all) etc.
It’s basically another post for me to blog about. Writing to this blog has kept me on track when previously I would have thrown in the towel. It’s given me a place to put down my struggles and my achievements. Anything new I can bring will keep me motivated to do more.
Hectic, that’s how I would describe things at the moment. Between family and work I am finding little time for myself. Little time for myself means fair irregular blog posts. But, I’m trying to set to time aside to fix this.
Things being busy also means other things have taken a little slide of late. Especially in the direction of food. Slimming World is great because when you’re on it, you can often get some amazing weekly results. But there is one catch with Slimming World… you need time. Time to plan, time to prepare and time to execute.
The Slimming World plan is all about cooking healthy food from scratch. Yes there are their own frozen meal range etc, but I refuse to pay those prices – £3.50 for half a meal… I might as well go out for the evening.
This weekend was a good weekend for me. I felt a sense of appreciation, a sense of achievement.
I started this blog last year to put my ramblings down somewhere. I’m not the best person to talk about how I feel – as much as it pains the wife. But I have found that blogging about it has really helped me. It’s helped me stay on track with my weight loss journey when at times I would have given up. I’ve found an avenue to vent about my frustration when anxiety kicked in last year too.
Not only has this blog been helping me, but people have been reading my ramblings on a frequent basis too. Those people are you – the people who follow my blog.
Last week wasn’t great when I got weighed, but it was expected after the holiday and everything. The gain wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it was a gain. You can read about last week in my post Holidays and Weight Loss.
This week though I needed to be back on it 100%. Deep down I wanted to aim for that 6lbs gain from last week to be gone. But I can’t set myself mini targets each week. When I do, I don’t do well. It’s like I put too much pressure on myself to get that mini target. I obviously don’t deal with that sort of self-pressure very well.
So this week I elected to not give Annette (our lovely Slimming World consultant) a mini target for the week, again. I just wanted to have a crack at losing what I could without the pressure of aiming for something.