Is it any wonder?

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This is $30 of food.  Well, $29.16 to be exact. 

On minimum wage,  a person would have to work 3 hours to afford this with their take-home,  after-tax pay.   There’s no way you could feed a family on this.

Is it any wonder that people aren’t eating healthy anymore?

For the same money I could’ve brought several bottles of fizzy drink,  half a dozen bags of potato chips, a week’s worth of instant noodles, and a couple of chocolate bars,  if they’re on sale. 

Granted, smoked salmon isn’t the cheapest choice but it was really cheap today.  This isn’t my usual shop – but it’s about right for pricing.

I can see why taking the family to McDonald’s can be a cheaper option.

Jeepers.
Is it just here, or do you face the same thing where you are too?

Walking Lunges Will Be The Death of Me

There’s nothing glamorous about a walking lunge.  Sure, if you’ve got it happening in all the right places, you’ll certainly be showing them places off.  But it’s not like pole dancing.  You look like a drunk fool struggling to carry your groceries.

Well, at least I do.  Wobbling side to side the whole time.

So you can image my audible groan as my trainer told me my new plan starts on the treadmill.  With walking lunges.

Walking lunges on the treadmill?!

They’re like this:

But my plan has some variations:

  • I don’t look like that.
  • I have the speed up.  3km/hr.
  • I have the incline down.
  • I don’t look like that.
  • I am under strict instructions to hold the treadmill at all times (though, I think that has more to do with my coordination… see above)
  • I alternate 50 lunges with 1 min running (hence the treadmill)
  • I don’t look like that

Once you get past the looking-like-an-idiot part, they’re actually not that bad.  You get your lunges in without having to worry about getting in peoples way.

Have you ever tried it?
Have you ever tried something similar?

Thoughts?  Feelings?  Burning desires?

New Week, New Plan, New Amy

Today I had my first official weigh-in in weeks. 6pm. Be there or be square.

All day, I was worried. Work was a good distraction, but every now and then I’d remember my after-work plans and my heart would start racing. I can only imagine how many calories I burned just sitting at my desk before lunch.

Finally, 5 o’clock rolled around and it was time to pack up my desk and head across town to the gym.

Uh oh.
Oh poop.
Damn. Damn.
Ooooh no.

Bugger it.
Amy! Suck it up!

I was soooooo nervous. I haven’t been that nervous in so, so long.
There was physical shaking.

Then I stood on the scales and the clock stopped. Not literally, but I held my breath and didn’t look at the number as it clicked over.

600g down, Aims.

Sorry, what? That’s not possible.
I’ve been eating nothing but chocolate since Easter.
And there was so much alcohol when I quit my job.

I did burn a lot of calories today.

Turns out all my measurements have dropped – albeit only slightly. And only a small portion of that was muscle.

We agreed that my goal for the next weigh in was to drop 1.5kg of fat. In six weeks. Totally do-able, but it’ll mean sticking to healthier habits.

I have a new training plan, too. 6 days a week, with activity levels if varying degrees. Plenty of weights, and cardio to boot. But I’ll delve into the plan in greater detail another day.

The point of this post is; even when things aren’t going to plan, they’re not as bad as they seem!

Deep breaths – I’ll sleep better tonight!

Yee Gawd

Oh My Behind.

This evening I did my first RPM session in forever and my butt is not pleased.  Not one bit.

But I’m not giving up!  I’ve settled down for the evening, with a big tea-for-one mug o’ chamomile goodness and a credit card ready to buy some padded shorts.

Look how pretty it is!

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(the teapot/mug combo, not the credit card – obviously)