Jackie Runs

Lazy Girl Adventures has become a hole of depressing mess, so now I have a new blog, all about my one true love,

RUNNING!

jackieruns.blogspot.com.au

Slack

Slack - meaning slowness, sluggishness, or lack of energy. Moderate in some quality.

Yeah boi. That's me - just call me Miss Moderate (my middle name is 'in some quality').

Needless to say I've ripped the damn rewards chart off the wall.

I promise I'm making a video TOMORROW. I will not fail you.

Until then here is a really old blog post from an old blog I used to write that has nothing to do with weight loss whatsoever! REFRESHING! It's also the origin of my profile picture.

Sorry for needlessly starting new paragraphs.

Seriously, I apologise.

Okay, I'm stopping.

Now. 

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I recently spent a year living in Florida and these are some real life questions I was asked by United States citizens during my time there:

“What does it feel like to come to a country where people wear shoes?”

“Were you amazed when you came here and saw electricity for the first time?”

“Why are you at war with New Zealand? You guys should stop bombing them, that’s so mean, they are a peaceful country.”

“OH MY GOD! HOW AREN'T YOU DEAD!? YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY BE DEAD BY NOW! AUSTRALIA IS SO DANGEROUS! WHY HASN’T A SNAKE/SPIDER/DROP BEAR/CROCODILE KILLED YOU YET!? IT’S A MIRACLE THAT YOU HAVE LIVED TO SEE YOUR TWENTIES! AUSTRALIA IS SOOOOOO DANGEROUS!”

The thing that the USA fails to realise is that they have JUST as many deadly animals as we do, maybe even more, they just aren't as cute. Let’s compare:

The main animal that they seemed to freak out so much about was crocodiles, and yet I was in Florida, where their football team is called the GATORS, because Florida has a lot of ALLIGATORS. Now I realise that crocodiles are generally considered more dangerous than alligators, but let’s be honest with ourselves, they are basically the same thing, and at least crocodiles don’t chill on the sides of the roads in major cities like alligators do in Florida.

Snakes and spiders were another one that got mentioned a lot, and I cannot deny that we have many many species of deadly snakes and spiders, but let’s think about this for a minute. The average human being is several times larger than any snake or spider that exists in Australia, however... America has bears.

Sharks are also a major concern to the average American tourist, yet you are 50 trillion times more likely to freeze to death in a blizzard or suffocate under a collapsed snowman in America than you are to be attacked by a shark in Australia*.

When we view the facts in a logical format such as this, it becomes obvious that when it comes to the country you are most likely to die a horrible painful death in, I think we’re pretty well tied.

So we’re all fucked and our best bet is probably to move to New Zealand, where there are no deadly animals, and all you have to worry about it the odd air raid by Australia.

*All blog statistics provided by the wonderful people at ’Convenient Statistics For You Weekly’.

3 X's mark the spot

Yes there are already 3 big crosses on my rewards chart.

Saturday
Sunday
Monday


I'm sure you know why some of them are there. I didn't vlog. I didn't blog, but worst of all, I binged. It started innocently enough on Saturday where I didn't do my SSS (I did do pilates though) and continued on with a large latte instead of a small one, 1 slice of pizza too many with my treat meal and a gin and tonic that was really not needed.

It rolled over to Sunday where I was good all day until I devoured half+ a block of Cadbury Marvellous. You know, the one with the little jelly and crunchie bits which is so good I actually made orgasm sounds when I bit into it.

In the scheme of things it was bad, but not the end of the world. I could easily have gotten back on track on Monday, and I  planned to, but then everything derailed. I didn't work out, and I ate. Constantly. All day.

I'm about to list every single thing I ate here to make it real to myself and to release the shame that one small girl could possible eat so much food.

Bircher muesli
Tin of tuna
Chicken and zuchini pita pocket
Greek yoghurt
Burgen bread toast with honey
Coconut and mango juice
Slice of strawberry and banana cake
Mountain bread cinnamon chips
Pita pocket with avocado and cheese
Infinite white tea with sugar
Infinite peppermint tea
More bircher muesli
Chocolate soy icecream
Tomato and gherkin toasted sandwhich x 2

Ugh, looking at that list makes me feel ill. This was a true binge. Not a 'I really feel like sugar so I will eat a bag of lollies and get on with my day' type binge. It was the kind of binge I haven't had for years. The kind of binge where you are so full you feel like you will throw up but you cannot stop eating. You don't even want to be eating anymore. It hurts, but you do it anyway. The kind of binge where it doesn't matter what you're eating, it's not for taste, so you make weird combinations of whatever you have around (hello, tomato and gherkin sandwiches?) you just so you have more food to eat. The kind of binge where you feel like you are trying to fill some huge, gaping hole somewhere in your soul.

It was that kind of binge.

Today I feel hungover. I feel entirely ashamed of myself and confused as to why this part of me has reared her ugly head when I have spent so many years, and so much time and energy, trying to lock her in her box back in the deep recesses of my mind.

That said, I also feel hopeful. Hopeful that the reflecting that this binge is causing me will also help me realise why I have been teetering on the brink of maintaining and gaining for so many weeks now.

I don't want to gain, and I don't want to binge. So I'm going to figure out how to stop.

I'll let you know when I figure it out.

Week 2 - Weekly Surprise

My 12WBT inspiration board:




Major themes:
Happiness
Love
Health
Family
Future
Money
Confidence
Career
Success
Fun

Kickoff!

Happy Monday lovely followers, and what a Monday it has been.

My day threatened to start off on the wrong foot. As soon as my alarm went off at 5:30am I though 'Euuughhhhhhhhhh, just 5 more minutes'. So I closed my eyes for 5 more minutes, then 5 more. Finally I managed to drag my ass out of bed but while getting dressed the sound of pouring rain was discouraging me, so I crawled back into bed.

Then I thought "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!? YOU DO NOT GET ABS FROM SLEEPING IN" And so I got back out of bed and braved the weather to walk the 1km to the gym. Apparently it wasn't actually POURING with rain, that was just in my mind (I'm quite the drama queen), it was drizzling slightly but it was actually quite refreshing.

Boy am I glad I got that monkey (though it felt more like a gorilla) off my back nice and early.

I did the Lean & Strong program first, minus the leg workouts, followed by a 4km run on the treadmill. In total I think it took me about an hour and 20 minutes. Mostly because I don't do a lot of weight training so I was spending time figuring out the best weights and reps to use.

The run was HARD. Really hard. I was watching the clock for the whole 26ish minutes. I was dripping sweat. The lady on the next treadmill kept looking at me with this worried 'are you about to die?' look. Clearly my fitness has dropped which makes me a bit sad, but at least I now know how quickly you can lose your fitness. Won't let that happen again!

Not sure why but now I am nursing the worlds worst headache. Not sure if it's related but I hope it goes away because I have a nice 6 hour shift at the gym tonight and I need to be perky.

When I get home I plan to take my before photos (and do my measurements), because I keep forgetting to buy a magazine. I'm still undecided as to whether or not I will post them here. We'll see.

This week is going to be hard. Until I get back into some kind of routine I'm going to be tired, hungry and grumpy, but I KNOW if I push on I will start to feel amazing.

Bring it.

Look mum, I made a vlog

Excuse the hair and face. I had just finished my fitness tests. 

Round 3 and my Round 2 roundup.

Yes, I did not meet my round 2 blogging commitments, I didn't meet a lot of my round 2 commitments actually, but I refuse to say the word 'failed'.

I didn't fail. I lived my life. I had a lot of fun along the way. Here is a brief mind-spew round up of what happened since you last heard from me:

Quit new job.
It sucked.
Boss was psycho.
Started my OWN company.
Got the go ahead to start a VERY COOL event.
Will announce that on this blog shortly.
Friend who did last round with me became my super cute boyfriend.
Very happy with him.
Happier than I have been with any other guy to date.
Turned 23.
Brother turned 21.
I planned his Mexican themed 21st.
Dad turned 49.
Grandparents had 50th wedding anniversary.
Boyfriend turned 23.
Heaps of friends had birthdays.
All these celebrations = a LOT of food.
Gained 4ish KGS.
Not unhappy about this.
Spent 3 weeks on crutches.
Wasn't injured - for a medical trial.
Lost a lot of muscle tone.
AM unhappy about this.
Lean and strong here I come.
Ran 14kms for Run 4 The Kids.
Never felt so amazing in my life.
Easter happened.
More food.
Learned to row!
On a boat!
IN A RIVER!
Loved it.
Considering singing lessons.
Except I'm tone deaf.
Took up baking again in a BIG WAY.
Learned to give away baking rather than eat it all.
Learned to love:
STEP
COMBAT
BOXING
Cut off all my hair.
Then dyed my hair blonde.
Then dyed my hair white.
Then put some purple in it.
Got a casual retail job until company can keep me in food and clothes.
Decided not to do a third round of Michelle Bridges 12WBT.
Signed up for a third round of Michelle Bridges 12WBT.
Learned nobody is perfect.
Not even the people who love themselves.
But they love themselves anyway.
And I can too.
Had a lot of fun at finale.
Got drunk.
Sorry to anyone who was subjected to it.
Decided to quit drinking.
Have so far stuck to my word.
Admitted my BIGGEST SECRET on the 12WBT forums.
And now here I am.

My next post will be a video!