Here's my thought for the day. Throughout the many and varied conversations I've had recently on the topic of being fat, a lot of people have said that I'm being too hard on myself. This is probably true. I'm not morbidly obese, nor do I have (so far as I am aware) any scary obesity related diseases. In fact all I'm really suffering from is poor self image and a bit too much lard around my stomach, hips and thighs.
The other morning I walked along Moorgate on the way to work and decided to be as critical of all the people I passed in the street as I am of myself (in my head, of course, I didn't want to get stabbed or somesuch). My interior monologue went a little bit like this:
Faaaarrrr too old to be wearing that skirt
Dear God woman have you never heard of Frizz Eaze?
Horrible ill fitting suit
Overdid it on the make up this morning, didn't we dear?
Please, please, please put your boobs away
And you know what? I felt like an utter bitch for even thinking those things. It feels horrible to be that bitchy towards other people, yet oddly we find it perfectly acceptable to be that awful to ourselves. We probably could all do with having a bit of a think about that one.
Anyway, I had a lovely weekend starting with a spa day on Friday with my mum and sister. Me & mum had a serrail treatment which consisted of coating ourselves in mud and then sitting in a steam room for a bit. Then the "rainforest shower" started and hosed all the mud off. Very good fun. We spent most of the day lounging around the spa and I pretty much dozed off until my sister pinched my nose to stop me snoring. Oooppppssss.
On Saturday morning I grabbed B and headed to the track to do some sprint training with my running club. This is to work towards the Marathon Talk Magic Mile Challenge. We did a couple of laps of the field to warm up (much needed as the rain was torrential) and then did 6 x 2 minute reps. The aim was to hit our mile pace (for me this was 30secs per 100m) and remain consistent throughout all reps. We managed this well, so I'm pleased with that. We then had 6 x 200m reps, but we had to leave after two as we had to get back to Godalming.
Sunday morning saw me get up and out early to walk Murdoch before heading to Grayshott for another running club session. They've just started organising a monthly social Sunday run - to start and finish at a pub. I did a very rainy 5.5 miles around Ludshott Common followed by a cup of tea to warm up in the Fox & Pelican. Very nice.
Unfortunately today I'm suffering from a touch of plantar fasciitis in my left heel, causing me a little discomfort when I get up and start walking, although it eases off a little once I'm up and about.
I think I'm starting to waffle, so all that remains to tell you is that I'm moving to fortnightly weigh ins on professional advice - should even out some of the fluctuations and stop me from getting disheartened. So I won't be weighing in tomorrow, but will update you all on 26th July.