Hello! What’s going on?! I’m back!
I think the last time I posted just over a year ago I was in the process of applying for a more senior job that lots of people applied for – well the good news is I got it! I’ve settled into it now – it’s been around 10 months. We lost my grandmother over Christmas, I had a half hearted start in the new year but with funerals and stuff in January I wasn’t really feeling it.
I’ve moved from North London to the proper East End! I now live 30 mins from work. And despite being on the border of Zone 1 of one of the world’s biggest cities, can I find a gym I’m happy with (that doesn’t cost the earth) nearby? No, is the answer. I could slap Pure Gym for getting rid of all of LA Fitness’s swimming pools.
I do walk to and from work almost every day apart from when I’m running late and have to grab an Uber in desperation. (It’s only a fiver and the underground and the bus take longer than walking to work, would you believe)
My bike is not in a happy state and I’m not confident enough with my weight and flexibility right now to start riding just yet (give me a stone or do to get my mojo back), so the weight has to go as I want to be able to get to work in 10 minutes!
There’s a gorgeous lido about 30 mins walk away (but in the wrong direction for work so I’d have to get the bus there) but I figured out how much the transport there and then into work would be and it seems that I would be better off joining a more expensive gym chain right by my office and saving the lido for weekends when I have time to potter over there under my own steam.
Anyway – I have decided to sole source for a bit. I go to Switzerland for a month every October with work and it would be good to be at my fighting weight of under 13st for that. So I started yesterday – I almost didn’t start yesterday.
Day 1
I have had easier day 1s.
It almost wasn’t day 1 at all. Despite making notes to myself to bring in the laundry, take out the rubbish and whatever I did to make sure I took my food to work. I did not take my food to work. I did all the other things. I remembered I had not taken the food only about 5 mins away from home, but couldn’t be arsed with all the unlocking and relocking up the flat. I suppose half-heartedly, underneath it all, I suspected that I was going to fail again.
I have never lasted out a day that hard in my life of dieting. I wanted cheese and crackers from about 1pm to 4 pm. It wasn’t a ‘it will pass in 20 minutes’ kind of thought it was the persistent disco remix of every type of cheese and every type of cracker and even sandwiches dancing through my head non-stop. I just…ugh. Why do we do this to ourselves?
After work I went for a walk. Ah – yes – since I last wrote, I have moved house to central London so my walk to and from work is through either Shoreditch or down by the river past the Tower depending on how much I want to dawdle.
After an hour of wandering (including accidentally finding a city street I did not know existed that was absolutely fascinating) I decided to see if my favourite table in a nearby pub was free as I wanted to write some stuff out. I ran up the stairs and my favourite little nook overlooking Tower Bridge was free, so I had a diet ginger beer and wrote out my thoughts and to do lists. As I let an hour later, the sun was an hour off setting so I took a few photos and wandered around the docks and along Cable Street to my home.
I slept well.
Day 2
I woke up super early but pottered about until I was ready for a little nap before my usual wake up time. I took my time walking into work…and now I am here with my food and I feel great.