I have just woke up from this extraordinary dream, where I had decided to get fit and run in a race and everything, it was so exciting! so I decided that maybe I should do that, so starting yesterday I went for my first ever jog in years and years.
Ok, So I guess you're not buying that storey either, you must admit though, its not as far fetched as the alien abduction, right?
Yes I'm back, struggling even worse than last time but I'm out there jogging again. And would you believe it is exactly like the first time round, me on my own, the old girl, puffing and wheezing like and eighty year old.
This getting fit and saying fit, is the most hardest thing to do and to keep doing, If you are like me, you think once your there you can just ease back on the peddle and cruise along, Well let me tell you, its not. Throughout the time between blogs, I have tried to do more, but laying in bed thinking about doing that long jog to turn around lamppost and back does not actually constitute as actually doing
it.
So yesterday, midweek and not, 'I'll start on Monday' day, a Wednesday, I pulled on my faded bottom emblazoned Athletic joggers and set off for a morning jog, 8.00 to be precises, and felt quite proud of myself as I headed for turn around lamppost. But that pride soon fell about my ankles, making me slower and more out of breath with each step. My goodness I got to get to the path first before I stat walking, but it is very hard going.
I wont give you the time on that jog, mainly in my out of breach, sweat in eyes state I pushed the wrong button. But Today I managed it again, getting up out of bed, pulling on joggers and trainers, only today, it was a little harder, a little later than 8.00 and a little less enthusiastic.
Come on old girl, get out there, don't forget what you saw on FB, NAGGING SISTER out jogging without you! Has nagging sister abandoned the lazy old girl too?!!
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Oops I did it again!
Well, not so much as oops, as, YEAH I did it again, well when I say I, I of course mean Beligan Bun and I did it again! Yesterday, on a pleasant evening, with a smile!!!
Power walking, walking the two and half miles, both of us with our dinner waiting for us when we got back. But the truth of it, is I did for get, B.B. called me while I was out shopping for food, but I said I would be home in plenty of time for the 6 o'clock meet time, after all its only about 4 ish when she called me.
TWO HOURS later I get home! exhausted but still willing to go for our powr walking, maybe I can look particulaly pathectic for beligan to take pity on me. It didn't happen! we walked the whole of the route, a little faster than we did last time, obviously not as quick as perfectly, skinny, joggig nagging sister, (oh please by the way, don't forge to have a gawp at her pic in earler blog) but we did, and we felt proud of our selves.
My legs by now were screaming out for me to stop using and abusing them, and to sit and chillax (see I'm down with the kids). I walked a little fast from B.B. house to mine, looking forward to my lovely chicken salad dinner.
............and cream cakes,.......and doughnuts........and chocolate......and wine!
How on earth did that lot get into my shopping trolly!!!!!
Power walking, walking the two and half miles, both of us with our dinner waiting for us when we got back. But the truth of it, is I did for get, B.B. called me while I was out shopping for food, but I said I would be home in plenty of time for the 6 o'clock meet time, after all its only about 4 ish when she called me.
TWO HOURS later I get home! exhausted but still willing to go for our powr walking, maybe I can look particulaly pathectic for beligan to take pity on me. It didn't happen! we walked the whole of the route, a little faster than we did last time, obviously not as quick as perfectly, skinny, joggig nagging sister, (oh please by the way, don't forge to have a gawp at her pic in earler blog) but we did, and we felt proud of our selves.
My legs by now were screaming out for me to stop using and abusing them, and to sit and chillax (see I'm down with the kids). I walked a little fast from B.B. house to mine, looking forward to my lovely chicken salad dinner.
............and cream cakes,.......and doughnuts........and chocolate......and wine!
How on earth did that lot get into my shopping trolly!!!!!
Friday, 31 July 2009
I Know I Know But I'm Here Now!!
Right I'm here again, and this week I have been out twice doing the healthy stuff, but not with nagging sister, oh no!
On Tuesday this week nagging sister flung her kids at me and tried to drag me out for the power walk, but I persuaded her that I didn't need to go as I was going to encourage my mate, the beligan bun eater (Yes I know I spelt it wrong, and that it should be Belgian that was intentional, because for years I always saw that word as I had written, and admit it, I'm not the only one, right??)....... ok lost myself now...... oh yes beligan bun eater to try the power walking too.
Nagging sister decided that she will jog our two and half mile power walk route by herself. Bye bye we all called out as we got the wii out and she closed the door. Well you can imagine my absolute delight when after another virtually physically exhausting time of watching virtual tennis I noticed that it was raining slightly. Instead of feeling a little sorry for nagging sister I merely chuckled and pointed out to nagging sisters attachments that it was raining.(See attached picture, ha ha ha I have the technology to embarass and I know how to use it)
After another game, and it was quite exciting by name it was match point, I looked outside again and noticed the rain coming down harder. Nice big 'fat' rain, well me and nagging sisters offspring just couldn't contain ourselves as we burnt up calories laughing at the thought of nagging sister out there in the rain. She was by now only half way round, and the rain didn't look as if was going to stop anytime soon.
She eventually arrived back at my house and stood there in her wet trainers, her wet tee shirt (No boys, please don't go there, not until you've seen the picture that I hope to put up anyway) and her hair flat to her head in rats tails. Her usually perfect makeup looks just like everyone elses, everyone else who forgot to take it off before going to bed after a very good night out!!!! Perfect, I could not hope for a better scene.
Anyway that is not telling you about me, but it did me loads of good seeing her like that. As I said above, I went for a power walk in the evening with old beligan bun herself, and we walked a short route, but up hill! just so that we can see where we each are in our fitness.
It was a fairly gentle power walk, well for me anyway, B.B. seemed a little more out of breath than I did (I will, not gloat, I will not gloat, I will not gloat) But I encouraged her to try to go a little faster. Now I can see the power it brings, maybe I can become nagging friend, then maybe nagging leader, then maybe nagging ruler of the world!!!!! Oh I'm sorry I went off on one then. We walked for about two miles and I won't tell you how long it took us, I shall be fair on B.B. but we both felt that we had did our bit for the evening.
Then on Thursday Beligan was knocking on my door directly at 6 o'clock, exactly when we arranged to do our next power walk. Of course I had forgotten, and tried to play that fact down, which was easy because I had the stubborn one on my lap 'Oh good you're here, on time' I said as if I was expecting her 'Just need to hand stubborn one over to his mummy and get changed' Phew she didn't notice.
We decided to do the route that nagging sister did on Tuesday when the rain delighted me so, and I could acquaint B.B. with turnaround lamppost and the other fabulous sites on 'the route'. It was a pleasant walk and I did notice that B.B. had a little more pace on her than before, which I have probably realised, its best to exercise before eating rather than straight after! We did power around the route both a Little out of breath and feeling the muscles arguing with our legs. The rain stayed away, the air was warm and B.B even removed her jacket. It was a good evenings walk and we were pleased we did it.
B.B. was insistent though that she was going back again later in the evening, I thought she was being overly keen on this keep fit malarkey until she said that she saw some rather delicious blackberries, and she would like some to make blackberry and apple pie!!!!!
It is going to be one BIG struggle with this one!
On Tuesday this week nagging sister flung her kids at me and tried to drag me out for the power walk, but I persuaded her that I didn't need to go as I was going to encourage my mate, the beligan bun eater (Yes I know I spelt it wrong, and that it should be Belgian that was intentional, because for years I always saw that word as I had written, and admit it, I'm not the only one, right??)....... ok lost myself now...... oh yes beligan bun eater to try the power walking too.
Nagging sister decided that she will jog our two and half mile power walk route by herself. Bye bye we all called out as we got the wii out and she closed the door. Well you can imagine my absolute delight when after another virtually physically exhausting time of watching virtual tennis I noticed that it was raining slightly. Instead of feeling a little sorry for nagging sister I merely chuckled and pointed out to nagging sisters attachments that it was raining.(See attached picture, ha ha ha I have the technology to embarass and I know how to use it)
After another game, and it was quite exciting by name it was match point, I looked outside again and noticed the rain coming down harder. Nice big 'fat' rain, well me and nagging sisters offspring just couldn't contain ourselves as we burnt up calories laughing at the thought of nagging sister out there in the rain. She was by now only half way round, and the rain didn't look as if was going to stop anytime soon.
She eventually arrived back at my house and stood there in her wet trainers, her wet tee shirt (No boys, please don't go there, not until you've seen the picture that I hope to put up anyway) and her hair flat to her head in rats tails. Her usually perfect makeup looks just like everyone elses, everyone else who forgot to take it off before going to bed after a very good night out!!!! Perfect, I could not hope for a better scene.
Anyway that is not telling you about me, but it did me loads of good seeing her like that. As I said above, I went for a power walk in the evening with old beligan bun herself, and we walked a short route, but up hill! just so that we can see where we each are in our fitness.
It was a fairly gentle power walk, well for me anyway, B.B. seemed a little more out of breath than I did (I will, not gloat, I will not gloat, I will not gloat) But I encouraged her to try to go a little faster. Now I can see the power it brings, maybe I can become nagging friend, then maybe nagging leader, then maybe nagging ruler of the world!!!!! Oh I'm sorry I went off on one then. We walked for about two miles and I won't tell you how long it took us, I shall be fair on B.B. but we both felt that we had did our bit for the evening.
Then on Thursday Beligan was knocking on my door directly at 6 o'clock, exactly when we arranged to do our next power walk. Of course I had forgotten, and tried to play that fact down, which was easy because I had the stubborn one on my lap 'Oh good you're here, on time' I said as if I was expecting her 'Just need to hand stubborn one over to his mummy and get changed' Phew she didn't notice.
We decided to do the route that nagging sister did on Tuesday when the rain delighted me so, and I could acquaint B.B. with turnaround lamppost and the other fabulous sites on 'the route'. It was a pleasant walk and I did notice that B.B. had a little more pace on her than before, which I have probably realised, its best to exercise before eating rather than straight after! We did power around the route both a Little out of breath and feeling the muscles arguing with our legs. The rain stayed away, the air was warm and B.B even removed her jacket. It was a good evenings walk and we were pleased we did it.
B.B. was insistent though that she was going back again later in the evening, I thought she was being overly keen on this keep fit malarkey until she said that she saw some rather delicious blackberries, and she would like some to make blackberry and apple pie!!!!!
It is going to be one BIG struggle with this one!
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Hi, remember me?.
Hi all. I shall just write this very quickly then disappear before you start asking me all sorts of embarrassing questions, like, 'Where have you been, Have you been jogging, have you lost weight, have you just become a round blob welded to your nice comfy leather sofas?'
I know its been a while, but nagging sister did drag me out today armed with new information from her new hunky action man. Now action man used to or still does train people in P.T. and he gave a few pointers to nagging sister, 'What she needs to do is power walking, non stop, it will do her the power of good, rather than all the jogging,' So far I like him, 'Yes' says I 'I can walk the mile' But nagging sister had other ideas, 'We're no walking just one mile, we are walking two miles' Well you can imagine my face when I heard this, my smiled quickly turned upside down and I was not tripping up on my chin! 'Still' I though 'Its a walk, how bad can that be'
Well let me tell you its bad, I know I couldn't have managed the jogging, not with my back, but oh my word! No short cuts home, no getting a lift from a neighbour who kindly offered when she saw me struggling along the pavement, (but I'm sure I heard her chuckle as she drove past) oh no, nagging sister had me power walking, no breaks, because as she says, 'Its not as if your out of breath' Well she wasn't, no, she was chatting away to me and I'm trying to get a word in edgeways, just to show her that I was still alive, when I did get my word in it was 'Water!' She allowed me to slow down slightly and take a swig from her bottle. By now, my face is as red as it is when I get back from the mile jog and we STILL had a mile or less to do before we got home. Not only that but the rain started, at first it was a pleasant refreshing spray, but then it kept on, and on, and on, as I am getting hotter, and more breathless, and redder in the face I also start to smell like WET DOG!
Did I say I liked nagging sisters new action man, mmm, maybe I'll change my mind!
I know its been a while, but nagging sister did drag me out today armed with new information from her new hunky action man. Now action man used to or still does train people in P.T. and he gave a few pointers to nagging sister, 'What she needs to do is power walking, non stop, it will do her the power of good, rather than all the jogging,' So far I like him, 'Yes' says I 'I can walk the mile' But nagging sister had other ideas, 'We're no walking just one mile, we are walking two miles' Well you can imagine my face when I heard this, my smiled quickly turned upside down and I was not tripping up on my chin! 'Still' I though 'Its a walk, how bad can that be'
Well let me tell you its bad, I know I couldn't have managed the jogging, not with my back, but oh my word! No short cuts home, no getting a lift from a neighbour who kindly offered when she saw me struggling along the pavement, (but I'm sure I heard her chuckle as she drove past) oh no, nagging sister had me power walking, no breaks, because as she says, 'Its not as if your out of breath' Well she wasn't, no, she was chatting away to me and I'm trying to get a word in edgeways, just to show her that I was still alive, when I did get my word in it was 'Water!' She allowed me to slow down slightly and take a swig from her bottle. By now, my face is as red as it is when I get back from the mile jog and we STILL had a mile or less to do before we got home. Not only that but the rain started, at first it was a pleasant refreshing spray, but then it kept on, and on, and on, as I am getting hotter, and more breathless, and redder in the face I also start to smell like WET DOG!
Did I say I liked nagging sisters new action man, mmm, maybe I'll change my mind!
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
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.
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.
Monday, 1 June 2009
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!
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!
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
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.
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.
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