inspiration. [#2]

this is why you're fat always makes me long for fruit and veges. i fear it's a rhethorical question, but: do people really it that garbage?

suddenly skinny.

or so it seems.

i really don't know where those last few kilos went. they probably died a nice fiery death within my cells while i was running on the treadmill at the gym or riding my bike to work in the morning. or something.

it's pretty weird how well this is going, i keep expecting to hit a brickwall, but there doesn't seem to be one. i keep doing what i've been doing, counting points and working my ass off at the gym, and it keeps working. i am shrinking. notably. every day, almost. my clothes get looser every day, my stretchy workout pants are getting saggy asses and my boobs are no longer 75e (32dd) but closer to c's or so. which i don't mind at all.

a six is the first number on my scale these days, and this doesn't seem to be a fluke, it's been there for ten days or so, how very very odd. i've been trying to figure out when i last weighed this much, and apart from that brief flirt with below 70kgs in the fall of '05, i have no clue. probably sometime in high school or so.

on saturday, at the opening party, pretty much everyone commented on my weight, which is weird and awesome at the same time. weird, because it's such a weird, intimate issue, and awesome because i still can't really believe that this is real and really long for acknowledgement and support. some people, notably friend z. and r's kids, couldn't quite get their heads around the change. i told r's daughter, that this was thanks to weight watchers, which sparked a pretty nice conversation about the programme. turns out that she's done it before as well. good stuff.

i have so much fun doing this, it's almost frightening. i really really really love working out, every single time. i love the sweating and the crawling home and the running, oh, the running. i think the fact that this time around i actually don't work out at the gym for several hours every single day (and ate crappily and gave up after a few months), but go on three days instead and move a little (or a lot) in other ways every day, has something to do with it. i get rest, and on rest days, my body can actually recover and profit from my workouts and whatnot. i really believe that that's the key this time. another plus: i'm not so damn tired and bored by being at the gym as much.

and the running, yes! i bought a nikeplus, and dudes (and dudettes), i love it! lance armstrong congratulated me after my run yesterday, how awesome and odd. first week five run of c25k tomorrow, and week five is a killer. at it's end, i will be running 20 minutes at a time. TWENTY MINUTES! that is SO EFFING LONG! and i will do it, how awesome.

these days? i feel like i can do pretty much anything.

inspiration. [#1]

outside mag: fittest real athletes. [via]

the hunger.

i've been struggling a wee bit to stay within points these past days, for the first time in ages, really. shouldn't be surprised though: this week has been überstressful with the upcoming opening of the shop and all, i have been sleeping too little and not planning my meals well.

and then there's the hunger. oh, the hunger. i eat a giant serving of carrots and quark and a protein bar and 30 minutes later am hungry again. like: ravenously hungry. so yesterday, out of that terribly hunger, i had falafel for lunch, and today a breadroll with mozzarella and tomatoes. both helped for a wee while, but didn't feel too great, really; like reverting back to old habits.

i suspect that i need to eat significantly more protein, just to stay satisfied longer. and add more zero-point stuff, more fruit, more veges. and maybe more diverse flavours, just to make it more exciting.

next week, though.

this week, i just need to keep hanging on. and pat myself on the back. next week will be less stressful, oh yes.

[kinda exciting, nonetheless: 70,5 on the scale this morning. 69, here i come!]

40 lb.

i've lost one punching bag.

72 packs of butter.

i got an interesting picture from a german blog, where someone lost 4kg and then wonderend where the hell he'd hid those 16 packages of butter on his body.

i've got rid of 72 packages of butter, so far. and in all, i want to get rid of 100 (what a nice, even number that is). where in all the world did i hide all that butter on my body?

what a crazy thought.

i'll take a photo of that much butter (or maybe lard) at the supermarket sometime this week. i wonder whether i can carry it all. that's an additionally creepy realisation: i had to carry that extra weight at all times. how could i put my body through this? how could i let it suffer under all that fat?

i get a kick out of how my body is starting to feel: all firm and full of energy. i am dead sure, simply because i've been seeing results so quickly, that this is what my body wants and needs. this being looked after, fed carefully, moved regularly and intensely.

oh, it's all so very very good.

70,8kg

i saw this number on the scale this morning. don't quite believe it (yet), but it was nice nonetheless.

that is all.