I thought long and hard about it, and I changed my goal on myfitnesspal. It was, as I've said before, 139lb, just enough to have my weight start with a nine stone something. As I creep ever closer to that figure, I see a few more bones starting to show through the decreasing blubber, and I wonder if I won't end up looking a bit scrawny at that weight. So I added fourteen pounds to it, and made it 153lb, or ten stone thirteen. I'll see how I look then. I can't deny that my vanity wants me in the nines. That's where BMI charts say I should be in order to be healthy. Actually, they say I'll be overweight if I'm over nine stone eleven, but sod them. I think they definitely need to be taken with a pinch of salt. A Dead Sea's worth of salt! My weight chart starts at about seven stone twelve! I'd look dead at seven stone twelve! But I'm sure there are some five foot two females who'd look okay at that weight, so we just need to look at each individual in turn, to see where they fit on the scale of these BMI charts. They are a guide, not an infallibale, definitive measure of perfection. Well, that's what I think.
The long and the short of it is (the fat and the thin of it?) I will see how I feel when I get to 153 lb. Which is less than twelve pounds away! Amazeballs! I do really want to be in the nines, but not if it makes me look ill. Anyway, could I possibly feel any better than I already do? I went walking with Mum yesterday morning and I felt fabulous, so energized and just, well, fit. It's our Saturday routine if I stay on teh Friday night (which I do every other week normally. We get up early, go for a walk, somewhere between five and eight kilometres (three to five miles, in old money) which takes between forty-five minutes to an hour and forty-five. Then I shower as soon as we get home while Mum makes breakfast of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon. Yes, I'm an almost forty-eight year old woman, and my mother still spoils me rotten. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
Yesterday our walk was a whole two hours,
which Mum was pleased to find earned her nearly five hundred calories. She's trying to loose a few pounds before Christmas, and not finding it easy. But she's tiny! Only nine stone three. Mind you, she is the original five foot female. Literally. And possibly shrinking. Teehee. Thank God she's computer illiterate and will never read that! :-) Anyway, we had our well earned brekkie and a good old yarn as we ate. Mind you, it's a wonder we still had stuff totalk about, we talked the whole two hour walk. I think TMM is glad it's Mum getting it in the ear for a change, instead of him!
This week I'll be watching my feet. I seem to be getting blisters quite easily just under where I have bunions. I've always had bunions. It's definitely genetic, and my granny's fault :-) I was never one to wear heels, or very tight shoes, so it's just a family trait. I'm lucky, in that they're not sore, just not pretty. So I need to make sure I either have plasters on when I run (I love Compeed!!!) or I will K T Tape my feet. I don't want my runs to be uncofortable.
I'm also noticing a bit of pain in my left breast. Not in the main body of the breast, but on the outside lower part, and usually if it's dangling when I bend over (not a pleasant mental image for y'all.) I have lost a fair bit of mass off my boobs as I've lost weight, and I wonder if it's sore because it's not getting enough support. The pain is hard to describe. It's not constant, and it feels sort of bruised? There's no disernable change in texture under or on the skin. So I am being careful to keep it supported (even in bed, where I never wear anything) and I'll keep an eye on it. I genuinely think the tissue is just a bit stressed. I'm going to a sports shop today, so I'll see about a couple of good sports bras too. The ones I have feel as if they locjk my boobs up like Fort Knox, but they are old, so new ones can only help.
It's still early in the day, so TMM and I are going to walk to the sports shop (half hour there and back) and probably go out for lunch. I love me a lazy Sunday!
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