Day 7

Okay, so I feel I should explain that it is day 7 but I am only starting my blog today. This is because I am lazy... not a good way to start a diet, but then this isn't really a diet so much as behaving myself.
I hate the word diet. It means starving and saying no to cake... which I can't do. What I can do, however, is say just a little bit then stare longingly at everyone else with their huge ass slice, trying my best to remember that my huge ass is part of the problem. Haha.
Now, just to be clear, I am generally quite happy with my life. I have a job which is challenging and keeps me on my toes. After dealing with depression and anxiety I now have, for the past 5 years, had really good work life balance which is harder than some people understand. I am a teacher. The expectation is that I have zero life and want to be in my classroom all the time and when I am not, I want to take my classroom with me and mark into the wee hours. Not happening.
So, here I am. Mentally sound (as much as I can be, cause let's be honest, the best people are a bit crazy) and loving life.
For a while I did weight watchers while I was struggling with depression and that helped me get started. I learned what portion control was and how to have a little (most of the time). Because of this and their staring into your soul when confessing to eating pudding every day for a week, I lost around 18 kg. But, there came a time when WW no longer suited me. I was stuck on a weight, couldn't shift it and that just made me frustrated. We also got a new meeting lady and I liked the last one better; she was less self righteous and often confessing herself to having put on a kg from the bender on the weekend. Someone a person could relate to! Anyway, I quit.
For a while it was going well, and I lost a few more kgs - met my 20kg mark, but then... yip, food, apathetic attitude and issues with my gym membership, and the weight started to creep on.
I have put on around 10kg of that weight I lost. I am okay with that and to be honest, I actually like my body, I like my curves, I like my hips, but I don't like that my nice pants are just getting a tad tight, and my expensive jeans I bought in celebration of this great victory against flab and depression, I have had to fix with material and stitching because my thighs now rub together with enough friction to light a small campfire. To clarify, in case you think thigh rub is new for me, ha! I have never been one of those chicks whose thighs don't meet. Never. But for a brief time, I was a chick where her thighs lightly brushed past as opposed to getting stuck like two tectonic plates shifting, about to cause an earthquake or tsunami.
I digress, back to day 7. Just over a week a go, I bought a vibration platform. I waited for the buzz to die down and the prices to quarter and purchased one. When it arrived, that was day 0.
I had already started eating salads again. I mostly hate salad when I have to make it and I had given myself a firm talking to about buying food from our glorious lunch lady, and putting a stop to the after dinner chocolates.
Since day 0 I have 'wiggled' every day for 10 minutes. I have eaten healthy during the day... except for when I cave and purchase food - freaking date scones or chocolate chip cookie... so good, so bad, so satisfying.
I have come to the conclusion that if I am documenting my food habits, my day, and my 'wiggling' then maybe I might be more controlled when it comes to chocolate. Prime example, tonight I had burger king and mms. This is not usual for me, so you know. Usually I eat healthy and I cook a lot but I had been at work till 5.45pm marking papers and couldn't be arsed cooking. I was so focused on a song that was playing in the car, I drove past the 'healthy' option for takeaways so had to go to burger king instead and because I was there, I figured I might as well, enjoy it, so ordered chicken nuggets and fingers.
So goals! I am going to wiggle for 10 minutes every day and I am going to eat healthy. I am going to write down my daily going on's and any actual fitness I do. Who knows I might even get enthused enough to find my pedometer and track that too (wouldn't hold my breath on that one - not actually sure where I put it last).