We all know magazine headlines offer nothing but the truth. And this one’s no different. If you could see the fine print, it would read…
Deborah breaks down and confesses,”I’m addicted to hot chips!”
It’s a while since I’ve joined Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for a Wordless Wednesday post. As it happens I have one almost ready to go. Inspired by another blogger, it’s about my personal first aid kit. However… it seems my blogging malaise continues, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to share a Vegemite Hot Cross Bun recipe I received last week.
I seem to have missed all of the fuss about Facebook’s ‘fat’ emoji. I attempted a google something I’d seen a month or so ago and all I found were stories about the fact that—in addition to sharing that we’re feeling sad / angry / happy etc on Facebook—we can share that we feel fat. #meh
Eventually I found what I was looking for and it was this clip from Caroline Rothstein (BuzzFeed).
I finally had the conversation with my personal trainer last week… telling him I wasn’t going to count calories or get weighed. I’d felt incredibly guilty the previous week when he weighed me as he was so disappointed with the result. I – on the other hand – am really happy with how my new exercise regime is going. I’ve started pushing myself a little more on the cardiovascular sections of the twice-weekly circuit AND I’m increasing my weights whenever possible. As I said recently I already feel more agile and supple. (And yes, I do – however – still feel fat.)
Some time ago I shared a clip from the Like A Girl campaign. It was basically reminding us that – ‘we’ (women, men, boys and girls) aren’t born with certain perceptions or ideas. We develop them over time thanks to our families, friends and society.
I wrote a post while away at Christmas about the fact that I was pleasantly surprised to discover I’d ‘changed’ without really realising it was happening. It seemed I’d become more zen, despite the lack of lightbulb moment signifying the transformation.
As planned I had my first session with a local personal trainer last week. Dave knows I can’t afford to buy stacks of PT sessions, but we’ve worked out a plan that (for a month or two anyway), will see me having a one-on-one session each week and attending two of the small group circuit classes he runs.
I was supposed to return to my exercise classes today.
Regular readers may recall I’d finally started doing some exercise a month or two ago – just a couple of circuit classes a week – but it was better than nothing. And after just a half a dozen classes they almost felt as if they’d become part of my routine – a good thing in my book, if one is to sustain any sort of exercise regime. And when I had a couple of sessions off because of other commitments, I didn’t find it too hard to get back into it.