Fun on the beach

Fun on the beach

Friday, 26 August 2016

Missing you

I've been thinking about my blog a lot over the last few weeks and have been getting closer to actually digging my laptop out of its pile of dusty rubbish and logging on again.  And now, here I am!

So, what's new??

My weight has "ballooned" I tells ya - over a stone on since my last weigh in although still over a stone off since the beginning of the year so I suppose that is progress of sorts.  I seemed to have stopped the rot and don't seem to be gaining on a weekly basis any more and in a week or so I'm starting a 12 week diet and exercise bootcamp so hopefully will start to head back in the right direction.

I'll update you on bootcamp once I get a proper handle on what is being required of me.  While I've read the rules, I suspect the true impact has not yet sunk in!  4 hours of tough exercise each week (2 of which must be with the bootcamp leader), no booze apart from with "treat meals" and a diet plan which I've not received yet.  Gulp.

In other news, my golfing handicap has "plummeted" I tells ya - I started the year at 16 and am now at my lowest ever - 13!!  As a result I'm loving golf and wanting to play all the time.  As a result I have a sore elbow (like tennis elbow but the other way around)!  Bloody typical.  So, I'm trying to limit my play and nurse the elbow through into winter when it can recover properly.  Boooo.

We haven't had a proper holiday this year yet but have managed a few weekends away and a long weekend in Portugal (Albufeira) a few weeks ago.  We had been wanting to go somewhere when Sheffield Wednesday announced their pre-season tour to Albufeira - well, it would have been rude not to! We sunbathed, ate (gorgeous food!), drank, played a couple of rounds of golf and, on the Sunday, dressed up in our Wednesday shirts and took over the main square with hundreds of other Wednesday nuts before heading out to the game.  It was great.

So, today's photos are of our pre-season trip to Portugal.  Aah...

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Aaargh!! Why can't I get going and get this half stone off??

Answer: No idea.

I'm jealous of Peridot's determination and steadfastness. I am a flibbertygibbet in contrast. I swan in, have a good day or 2 then forget all about it. Play some golf, go for a swim, think I have it pegged. Back to forgetting about it.

Rinse and repeat.

I will get back on track tomorrow. I will.

Monday, 27 June 2016

Winning and losing

No, not THAT (although I'm still so sad and angry about the referendum result).

But blogging about my weight and fitness is what this is mainly about. So, how have I got on with the big restart? Early morning swim?? Erm, not so much. I woke up at 6.10 and thought hard about it. Then Rich threw a big arm over me and I felt so warm and comfy I was out for another hour by which time it was too late. I blame luuurve.

Proper low carby food? Yes!! Cooked my old standby brekkie of bacon, eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms with NO toast and it was delicious. This counts as a good start to me. Long may I keep it up.

Choices to be made about my lunchtime activities - swim, run, hilly dog walk, combination of the above?? The dogs have been somewhat neglected think they should feature, especially as we are out this evening. Hopefully I can go swimming AND fit in a decent walk.

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Golf might be at least

I stepped gingerly onto the scales this morning - hmmm,  not too bad - 15.9. So, 6 lbs up from my post LL low. I went swimming for the first time in weeks yesterday so that must have helped. We played golf today too so not a bad day although the roast lamb supper followed by rhubarb crumble may have cancelled out those hills.

I'm WFH tomorrow so I have plans for a swim, a dog walk and dancing before settling into the pub to watch England batter Iceland's defence for 90/120 frustrating minutes.  I will lose some weight during that time - what fingernails I have left!!

I'm still saddened, gutted and worried about Brexit. Can't believe it has happened although I called it before the vote. I have a recurring feeling of doom which I've never experienced before being generally pretty positive about life. I hope I'm wrong.

Operation 'Half stone off quick' starts in earnest tomorrow. Watch this space.

Saturday, 25 June 2016

Too much fun.

Sorry for the total disappearance over the last few weeks. I have been having too much fun. Golfing fun and watching the Euros fun. The golf has battled valiantly with the beer and food which inevitably accompanies the football but the results are not good - a whole half stone has re-appeared. Gulp.

We are off to Portugal for a long weekend (watching football and golfing - natch) at the end of July so I have 4 weeks to get this sorted and vamos that half stone.

Can't chat now as we're off to the golf club's summer barbecue.  It's not the summeriest of evenings but I'm looking forward to some Pimms action.

I WILL be back more frequently though. See you soon. Lxx

Thursday, 2 June 2016

Back on the treadmill (not literally)

I've had 2 good days under my belt now and the scales are back down to a more respectable 15.6.8 so where I was post Brighton and pre Wembley. The next step is to get back to 15.3 and my end of boot camp weight.

Tuesday I did a 3 pack and an evening meal day.  I was hungry all day but stuck to my guns then, when Rich went off to darts, bored, I tried my best to ruin my hard work with some evening grazing - toast and peanut butter (!!), handful of raisins and fruit- not toooo bad but not great either.

Yesterday I ate real food all day, including some mini cakes at the halfway hut on the golf course but played 18 holes of golf and went for a decent evening walk with Rich and the dogs so overall I have got away with it.

Today I'm working from home again (tapping this out while waiting to see the dentist about a loose crown). It has not started well. I had a pack and a coffee and was looking good. Then frustration at multiple wifi and IT issues got the better of me and while waiting for my laptop to reboot for the umpteenth time, I 'accidentally' ate 2 pieces of toast and peanut butter! Gaaah!!

That bloody jar of peanut butter tormented me for my whole boot camp and now it's opened it is winning the war. When I get home I'm going to stick a big label on it - STOP! THINK!!

Anyway, all is not lost. I am WFH so can go for a run at lunchtime and plan to do a supermarket shop this evening while Rich is golfing to make sure I have diet friendly supplies in the house.

Swimming and golf tomorrow too and a blessedly free weekend with more golfing (a match) and no boozing. I CAN claw this back and get to fresh fat. Summer is generally a bad time for me weightwise but I'm determined to change my stars this year.

Tuesday, 31 May 2016

The best day I've ever had at a football match (and we lost)

 Here we are setting off to Wembley on a sunny Saturday morning.  I dug the flag out from a long  forgotten bag in the loft and found a garden cane to fit it.  I bought it at the League One Play Off Final in Cardiff in 2005.  We won then so I hoped it would bring us luck.

Our journey took a lot less time than we had expected mainly due to the kindness of my friend who drove us to a station which had a quicker train service so we found ourselves walking through an almost deserted Wembley at 10.45am.  We eventually found our way to one of the designated Sheffield Wednesday pubs, The Green Man.  From Facebook before the game it seemed as though the whole of Sheffield would be there and, by the end, that's what it felt like.

As we walked into the beer garden we found a few hundred people already there with a peaceful buzz of quiet conversation.

Later on, as it got busier, the inevitable inflatables started being bashed around.  These owl guys were much heralded before the game as the accessory of choice.  I didn't buy one so was very pleased to spend a few minutes with this cute little chap.

Getting crowded now.  We could see coach after coach arriving and heard that there was a big queue to get in so our friends and family who had not already joined us would probably not see us until later in the ground.

Luckily James, Rich's half brother and his pal found their way in in time!

We spotted a couple of blokes we know from the Valley wearing the jesters caps.

And some more Valley lads.

Then the singing really got going.

And every sing song needs a conductor and a smoke bomb!

Time to head down to the stadium.

Rich works with this girl and had just found out she is going out with a bloke we know from our Sheffield local, the New Barracks Tavern.  What a coincidence!

Heading down into the fan park for some food as we were STARVING by now.  Every concession seemed to have been stripped bare so we were left with a hotdog and chilli fries.  My Lighter Life councillor would not have been impressed!

Bobby Moore.

When we got into the ground we were chuffed with our seats.  Almost in the middle of the goal, not too low, not too high.  Perffick.

 It was also apparent that Sheffield Wednesday had brought many, many more supporters than Hull City.   Our section in blue and white was packed to the rafters but there were swathes of empty red seats in the Hull section.  Heartbreaking really as we knew that, had the Hull tickets been sold more carefully, thousands of tickets could have been released to us and many of our friends back home in Sheffield could have been down south with us.  Gah!!

The display of blue and white flags in the lower section looked awesome but must have been even more impressive from the Hull end.

The big flag travelled round the lower section but somehow got turned around by the end so that our Owl was upside down!

Then the game began - serious stuff.  We had our chances but were outplayed by a stronger, more experienced Hull side who eventually won 1-nil.  What Hull did not win though was the crowd.  We were just amazing.  The noise was incredible.  At the beginning of the second half we got a new song going and it just went on and on and on, clapping and singing relentlessly for over 15 minutes, even when Hull had possession and were taking corners.  It was crazy.  I've never been part of such togetherness and positivity.  Richard, who has been to League and FA Cup Finals and semi finals in the glory years of the early nineties said that Saturday was he loudest and most impressive atmosphere he has ever been part of.

If fans won matches we would be in the Premier League now.  We've since watched the game back and the commentators were shocked by the noise levels and intensity of our support.  When we bounced (it's our thing) you could actually see the TV camera shaking!

At the end of the game, the losing side's support usually melts away pretty quickly to the tube while the winning side receives the Cup and celebrates with their fans.  Not us.  We stayed and sang and sang some more.  You could see the players who were shattered with disappointment just staring opened mouthed at us. Eventually, while Hull were climbing the Wembley steps, our team and staff walked round applauding us.  I'm sure it helped them get over the hurt.  We will be back better and stronger next season I'm sure.

I was so proud of us all and our boys.