Twice In One Week!

Hi blog lovers.

Yes that's right, the head line is correct indeed! Twice so far and its still only Tuesday!

I must admit though I didn't do as well as nagging sister hoped,......now here is the reason (excuse) my back is really playing up! but I did get all hot and sweaty and my heart rate was way up there, getting the blood pumping around this big old body of mine, and boy does it have a lot of work to do.

Folks, I'm sure I have said this before, but if you reach a fitness level, DON'T STOP, KEEP GOING Its hard enough getting there in the first place, but trying to do it all again is even harder. If you're like me and still carry on eating like you were still exercising then the weight doesn't creep on, it ambushes you at the extra piece of cheese cake, and before you know it, you're having to cart around an extra person on your back while trying to keep up with nagging sister (Who by the way was not impressed with me today)

It's a lovely sunny day today, and rather warm out when we started out this morning, but before I got to the end of the road I was huffing and puffing like Ivor the engine going up Kilimanjaro!

We didn't stay too long at turn around lamppost today, only because I felt guilty at walking most of the way, but when we arrived back to my house I noticed that the time was the same as if I had jogged it all the way there, which means either I jog to slowly or, and this is a much better scenario for me I walked really really fast!

So until next time folks I shall say cheerio for now.

Shopping Disaster

Hello blog lovers!

Well you will be impressed with me today, because today I did turn around lamppost unaided, that is, without a walking stick, (and no that isn't a cruel reference to nagging sister, ha ha ha, but still very apt) and no nagging sister either.

I say no stick because for some reason my heels hurt me, maybe its the footwear I have, I don't not, but thats enough moaning, well, about that anyway.

Let me take you to Saturday first off. The old boy gave me free (well up to a limit) reighn on the debit card to go buy clothes. Well, if anything was going to spur me on to lose all this weight that seems to have found its way home again, it was that day.

Nothing that I took to the dressing room looked or felt right. all those clothes went back to the rails and I went on the search again, I managed to buy a couple of things but then I went and did something very bold, I bought a dress, I wasn't too sure of it, but I went back for a second time and used the card to aquire said item.

This morning however, after stepping on the scales, I started having second thoughts, especialy as the stubborn ones mum said 'no take it back' on Saturday. But I went on my jog, with the thought of that dress in my mind.

The jog (well rather walk) was uneventful, again, but I did it, by myself all the way to turn around lamppost, trying not to worry too much about my slight back ache.
I got back home, looking probaby a lot like the colour of my new dress and collapsed on my cool sofa, still thinking abou that dress.

'I'll try it on again after my shower' I thought to myself 'and see if it has grown on me'

I put the dress, looked in the mirror and recoiled in horror. I looked like a reject garden project from Kew Gardens in my my big red flowery dress!! Thats it, dress going back, looking at the scales every morning (instead of once a year) and keep up with my jogging.

More here tomorrow when nagging sister drags this nearly inspired wanna be fit person again. And I have promised myself that I will have fun when I'm fit, fun while I'm getting fit and fun BLOOMING STAYING FIT!

Blimey, its getting harder!

Hi blog readers.

Well its true, it seems to get harder and harder to pull those joggers on and shove my tee shirt over my head and slip on my trainers with a smile on my face. The very thought of doing any form or physical exercise is the very furthest thing from my mind. The vision that I have in my head is of my lovely short round red haired old nanny, bless her, who used to visit us with her bright pink thick lipstick (always took ages to rub of your face after the kisses) arms laden with bags of sweeties for us kids and a piece of chicken from the chip shop for the dog. Nan, how I miss those days!

You can see where I am going with this, right? That was a proper nan, a well round, plump nan. A nan smelling of lavender and tweed perfume, not this wonderful vision that the little stubborn one has inherited. He has a nan who looks,........ lumpy in her joggers, a pained look on her face as she faces the fact that nagging sister is on her way round to drag the lumpy bumpy old girl from her nice cosy armchair.

Nagging sister breezes through the door, loud, so very loud, I peer up to the heavens and wonder why that rain cloud is not emptying it self right this very minute. "Don't look up there, you, its not raining, and we're running" says nagging sister.....loudly. And before I had a chance to just make one comment we were off. Who's blooming idea was this anyway!!

Its a struggle, such a struggle, why does this not get any easier, is the question that rolls through my mind as we jog on to turn around lamppost, thank goodness nagging sister has not mentioned going further than this, and still the only enjoyment I have is watching nagging sister wave her arms wildly at and trying to run from the flying beasts, whom I regard as my army now, "ha ha ha" that was an evil laugh by the way. Nagging sister tells me all the latest goss as I listen intently looking to see if she is watching me too, just so that I can walk some of the way. I did manage at few walking paces but when nagging sister had to stop talking to draw breath she saw me and pushed me on. We arrive at the leafy "Dogs doing" ally and half way through here I can see turnaround lamppost, that's it I am just going for it, the sooner I get there the sooner I can get home, and I put on a bit of speed, which I must add seem to impress nagging sister, of course by now there is not a breath left in my body whereas nagging sister is only half way through giving me all the latest goss looking like she can do this all day long!

The jog back was uneventful, only now I was asking the rain not too come, it did look as if it would pour down, my house looked so welcoming, as I reached the last leg of our jog, of course nagging sister still insists we sprint this part. I tried with all the breath (which was just a thimble full left) to get there as fast as I could, "Keep going old girl, keep going old girl" was what I was saying to my self, "Come on faster, keep going" shouts nagging sister as she relaxes on MY wall, GRRRRRRRR

The vision that the poor stubborn one is greeted with is this wretched, black and pink thing, gasping for air with sweat pouring from her very pink face. Certainly not the traditional nanny.

No Blogging But Jogging!

Hello blog spotters, Yes its true, I have been jogging, but as you can plainly see I have not been blogging. I would love to be able to tell you that I have been busy doing all sorts of stuff, i.e. more running, more exercise more physical activities, anything but what I am about to say now. I was too lazy to write! Yep that's it, all my achievements which I know I should be bragging about, I should be putting pen to paper.... erm I mean fingers to keyboard and boasting about the brilliant way that I am trying to overcome my lazyitus, should be written down here for all to read (and gets some well well earned back patting).

Confessions over, now to the good bits, bad bits, it depends on where you are in the gist of things. Nagging sister has been dutiful in her quest to cure me of my lazyitus, dragging my fat clad body out for a run/jog/walk/crawl to the taunting teasing turnaround lamppost and back. My times have really gone down hill lately. I can only assume its because I am now getting up a whole hour and half earlier than I used to due to work commitments! (excuses always help the cause)The energy that I used to have seems to be buried under my duvet nowadays! But still I am out there jogging, and this time of year does give me a sense of well being and fun as nagging sister screams at all the flying insects and flails her arms and legs it seems at them. Mind you one particular day I found myself joining her in this strange ritual, there were hundreds of horse flies flying directly over our path, no I don't study the nasty little creatures, some kindly woman pointed them out as we were heading back into the cloud of yucky things. They are black shiny winged creatures, obviously they had a nagging sister telling them to fly, fly fly, because they were not shifting as we went through them.

New recruit has once again joined the fold, I can't call her new recruit anymore as she has been with us for a whole year now, I will refer to her as Victim 2 (me being the original victim of nagging sister). Nagging sister and Victim 2 arrived at my door, Victim 2 looking lovely in her joggers complete with her water bottle (such at sensible girl) and nagging sister, looking, (grrrr) lovely as usual, me? I opened the door in my shrunken un ironed joggers, holey tee shirt complete with puke spot left by my adorable stubborn one. Needless to say both nagging sister and Vic 2 were amused by this sight.

But at last I have my Alie back. She will certainly slow things down now, and that lovely walk that she will no doubt do on the way to turn around lamppost. HMPF!! Walk, Walk, Victim 2 Walk! How that woman managed to jog the whole mile (and a bit) without stopping I don't know. She hasn't done any jogging since we did the race for life last year and yet here she is jogging the whole way. I was looking, (well I could hardly breath let along whisper to her to STOP! HAVE A WALK! PLEASE!) at her to slow down, Do you know what that woman said to me? She said "Sorry" and carried on jogging. "Good for you" encourages nagging sister and then that just gave her the ammunition to fire at me"Come on, Victim 2 hasn't done this since last year and you have had several runs up here, come on, get a move on, get those knees up, no stopping" and all the while she is nagging me she is pushing me along trying to catch up to Victim 2.

Our time that day wasn't brilliant, well we had a lot of chatting to do when we got to turnaround lamppost, we stayed a little bit longer than usual, and when we got back after collapsing on the sofas I did congratulate vic 2, well, she really did do well.

p.s.

I was supposed to go cycing today, but I had an unexpected work day today, but nagging sister just rang me up to tell me how far her and Vic 2 had got on their bike ride, I just fell off my chair when she said that they didn't even make it the pre-arrnaged meeting place (as noted in other older blogs) and Vic 2 acutuall walked beside her bike, he he he he, ha ha ha ha, oh my, they did cheer me up. :-D

I Can't Do It!

I just can't do, I just can't do it. I kid myself the motivation is there, I kid myself that I can do it, but guys, it really is tough. I need a Sergeant Major type to kick me into shape when nagging sister isn't around to do it. How do these people I see out jogging, looking fit and smiley as they do their daily run, keep on day after day, after day after day!

The whole of last week and the week before, I did nothing, absolutely nothing! Ok so one of those weeks I was feeling under the weather, and I was puking up, (I did actually lose three pounds that week, yee ha!) but it all went on again!

So that was the last two weeks, this week, nagging sister called me bright and early this morning, to remind me that she is coming round to drag my lardass carcass of the sofa, away from the now smiling stubborn one and pound the pavements again.

I really wasn't in the mood, I put on my joggers, and my trainers, and still I was desperately tyring to think of any reason not to do this. Why doesn't the stubborn one cry for his nanny's cuddles, I'm sure there is nothing like a nanny's cuddles to settle crying babies. But no, he was sleeping soundly with his mother, tucked up in a nice warm bed, ohhhhh, such bliss. Is there room for one more?

Just as I was dreaming of climbing into my bed nagging sister was at the door. I opened it, and I'm sure I saw her shudder from the look I gave her, but only fleetingly, then the smile, the teeth, the perfect hair, you all know the scene by now 'Come on then, out, lets go'

Even before I got to the end of my path I was wishing for it to all be over, nagging sister telling me all the latest gossip, but I already needed to concentrate on my breathing, if you get that right the whole thing should be a breeze......... more like a wheeze in my case. Crossing over the road now, 'oh why, why am I doing this, nanny's are suppose to be cuddly and bubbly, surely', us nanny's have earned that right now, haven't we? Its a beautiful day, the sun is shining, it should be a pleasure to be out in the glorious sunshine 'Just concentrate on the breathing old girl, and grunt in acknowledgement every so often to nagging sister, just so that she knows you still alive' And that is how it was, the whole way to turnaround lamppost and back again. The only pleasure I gleaned from this mornings run was nagging sister screaming hysterically at the flying insects which appear this time of year. Do you not agree with me that people screaming and waving their arms in thin air look particularly pathetic, oh hum, yes, at least I have that tiny bit of smile fodder.

Oh you want to know the time that was on my stupid stopwatch.......really............but it really is pathetic today............ok well it was 17:54.46

What a good time this was!

Hello blog spotters, here I am again blogging, and I'm very pleased to say, jogging again. I am hoping that the lazyitus has now left me for good, and that the motivation I have been looking for is nearby. This week I hope will turn out better that last week.

I only did one form of exercise last week, and that was jogging with nagging sister. I was supposed to be joining mates ogling the t.v. with Rosemery Conly, but I have a pretty pathetic, lame, but true, reason why I didn't manage to go last Thursday, and that reason is that I had my dinner cooking and timed by the wrong clock! For some reason the clock on my cooker was wrong so it was running about 3/4 of an hour behind, so my timings for dinner were totally wrong, by the time I sat down for dinner it was was nearly finish time for Rosemery Conley! And that is the truth, honest. This week however I intend to keep my appointment with Rosemery and the gang, I have set a reminder on my mobile phone!.

Tuesday was a lovely day, the sun was shining and the sky was blue, the jog up to turn around lamppost and back again was pretty uneventful, in fact there was not even any resting at turn around lamppost! That's right, your read it correctly! In fact when I looked at my stopwatch after the jog the time was 11:30 mins. Oh yes, now you are all impressed!!!! Well don't be, because that was nagging sisters time to the lamppost and back again, without me! I had forgotten to tell nagging sister that I was in fact working that day, and she duly came to drag me out for our jog, but alas I had a little squishy person to look after, not the little stubborn one, oh no, they were still sleeping upstairs! So that day was a total wash out, 'I will go tomorrow, I promise' I said to nagging sister, as she looked at me in disgust (I won't tell you what she called me)

But today is another day, and with nagging sisters cruel name calling still in my mind, I did indeed drag on my old faithful joggers and trainers, and grab that stopwatch that goes too fast when its timing me, and jog off, by myself to turn around lamppost. Today is a lovely bright morning, the sun shining and birds........well doing what birds do at this time of year....... so early in the morning too. I know that I set off a a much faster pace than when nagging sister is with me, but her time to turn around lamppost was still showing on the stopwatch when I picked it up. I want to beat that time! I know! not a chance in Hades! But at least I may get home quicker. I must say, as nagging sister said yesterday, its harder to jog by yourself, I don't know why, I am missing her constant chattering, and the perfect madeup face smiling at her own jokes (or me for looking so pathetic) and the encouragement to just get to the lamppost and home again. Oh, for goodness sake, I must tell nagging sister not to read this weeks blog, I know she will have a big head about all this now!

So no more praising nagging sister, she knows she does well, darn it, she knows that its her that sets my pace, gets me off my backside, jogging, getting fitter, nagging, let me tell you about this mornings jog. Well..... pretty uneventful really, but when I am by myself jogging, I must stop talking to myself....out loud! No saying to myself 'Come on old girl, just the next lamppost then you can walk' because that's what I did, and (as I'm telling nagging sister not to read this weeks blog) I even had to walk on the way to turn around lamppost!

But I did the jog, all by myself, and I felt quite proud too, I did it, lazyitus, good bye, healthy lungs, toned legs pert buttocks (well miracles may happen) here I come.

Just in case you have read this far, and wondering what the time said on my stop watch, well it was 16:01.36. exactly 5 mins longer than nagging sister! Hmpf

The start of the new life!

Hi blog readers, well I don't know where to start. I didn't do too well at the beginning of this week (I know its only Tuesday), I had a free day yesterday, a free day where I could have jogged or rode my bike or anything physically exhausting but I didn't, I put my hands up and say I became a couch potato again, but today, I did go jogging. Only because nagging sister was here with her usually bright and breezy smile, (Does she put more makeup on just to annoy me?!)

Its a sunny day, but so so chilly, I wasn't looking forward to this mornings jog. I put my joggers on, and my hoody, and then decided to turn on the computer, just in case I see nagging sisters name on there, she may just have a reason to not come this morning, but as soon as the darn thing booted up there she was at the door, made up, smiling, pert backside, in 'painted on' 3/4 length Lycra, figure hugging joggers! 'Come on, get your trainers on' she says and then promptly heads up the stairs to coo and huggle our little stubborn one, and she may even remember to say hi to his mum. 'Mmm, maybe she will huggle the little stubborn one so much she won't have time to take me for a jog' my sad little mind is telling me, but no such luck, 'See you later babe' she calls out to my daughter, one last squeeze of the little stubborn one and then next thing we are standing outside in the cold, me with my trusty (surely inaccurate) stopwatch.

All the way to turn around lamppost I am thinking, 'Why, why why is it so hard to keep fit when its so easy to just veg out' and 'Why, why, why can nagging sister talk so co-herently while I struggle now to even grunt or attempt to grunt an answer back to her' I really don't remember it being this hard last year. Note to self, when I reach goal fitness level DON'T STOP THE JOGGING I am wondering if nagging sisters recall is much better than mine while we jog along, because when I jogged to turn around lamppost I am on the side of the path where all the dogs seem to "drop" things, but on the way back, they still appear to be in my line of jogging. Does Nagging sister remember to very cleverly change sides with me so that I'm hurdling as well as jogging along while she just breezes along a nice clear path?!! We finally reach turnaround lamppost and I am willing it to acutually run to me, oh turnaround lamppost why do you mock me so much!. Touch down! holding on tight now, not daring to let go, try to stretch as nagging sister does but I know I just look as if I am about to collapse. 'Does she need a lift home?' I hear from a concerned looking driver as she stops by turnaround lamppost, 'No don't tempt her' calls back nagging sister, all I could do was stare and try talking to the kindly lady driver through telepathy to come back and take me to hospital for some oxygen, but alas she drives off with a chuckle. Ok 15 seconds rest, and nagging sister starts her relentless nagging to LET GO OF THE LAMPPOST NOW! and we head off homeward bound.

We get home, feet clear of dogs doings but with me looking and sounding like a complete mess, and nagging sister looking....hang about.......I'm not so sure........is that a slight heaving of the chest, maybe just slightly out of breath,.....mmmmm It could well be, mind you she is a great Auntie now! Ha ha ha I am sorry, did you want to know what the time was........well it was 17:29.31 seconds