Shit got Real: Fortnight 8 (8? Um - lets go with that)

Obviously this has not been Fortnight 8, but - you know. Things happened, Christmas, travelling, all that jazz. Lets just pretend that this whole fortnightly shebang hasn't been derailed and pick up where we left off.

Last weigh-in happened on the 25th of November, which found me at 98.3kgs. Todays weigh in - and I have avoided scales like the plague this whole time - is 98.7kgs.

This is fine. In fact, it's what I expected. While Christmas for most people involves weight gain, I spent it under the watchful eye of my mother and I wouldn't be surprised if I'd lost weight over that period. Follow that up with the six-day long over-40 celsius stretch in Perth (Americans: 40 is 104 Fahrenheit), in which I ate very little, exercised not at all and lived on iced tea, water and vege+fruit smoothies, and I probably wasn't too bad before I went to Canberra. I felt dreadful, because I wasn't eating much and what I did eat wasn't great, but there's no way I wasn't accidentally depriving myself. Australian heat will do that to you. We really should get Spanish and instigate a siesta-pattern to our summers.

But then I went to Canberra and stayed with Luke's family - and lordy, did I eat and drink and be merry. I also discovered quite by accident that continuously drinking fizzy drinks tweaks my buttons and creates a constant feeling of impending doom and a lot of headaches. How did I not figure this out? This is a steep learning curve, admittedly. Wish I'd learnt this earlier.

Anyhow I'm back in the saddle, so to speak - have started walking in the mornings again (this resumed when Luke went back to work), which was initially nightmarish due to high heat and obscene humidity, but has settled a little now. Went to the gym for the first time in a while - and while I didn't do much resistance stuff, I did 40mins on  the treadmill, whereas I've only ever managed 30 before. WOO GO ME.

So I'm not let down but I haven't stepped too far backwards. Some would consider not putting on (much) weight over Christmas an achievement, though I wouldn't go that far.

Discovery: the Daft Punk Tron soundtrack is fantastic workout music.