So it has been a week since my battle with weight began. Also a week since we have last posted a blog! Our apologies. I'm afraid we haven't been that interesting as of late, especially me! My craft projects have come to a halt as I spiraled into my little pit of despair over my weight.
On a lighter note, I have been watching what I eat this last week. I've cut down on my pop ('fizzy-drink' Kiwi calls it) which I think is a huge factor in my weight gain. Since leaving my job at Summit Tools, I have been sitting at my computer drinking pop instead of water like I did at Summit. I remained a good weight while I was working at Summit Tools, even though I did exactly what I do now - sat at a desk on a computer. However, I wasn't eating as much, or if I was I had packed good snacks like cucumbers and carrots. Also goldfish. Those were probably dangerous, so I have since stopped buying them. I had one pop at work with lunch, but the rest of the time I had a large water bottle (which Kiwi now takes to work) and was always refilling it.
I have not done as much physical activity as I would have liked, but I will try and blame that one on the weather. Kiwi showed me some proper crunches, I learned about simple beginner exercises I can do at home on youtube, and I did a bit of hula-hooping.
Since I started I have weighed myself almost every day. Kiwi keeps assuring me that it will take time and effort to see changes, but as of today and yesterday I have lost 2 lbs (0.9 kg). My weight has fluctuated over this last week from 132-130. But the last two days it has remained at 130.
It's encouraging, even those two little pounds. But I know I am on the right track.
Kiwi and I went to White Rock on the weekend and walked along the water for a total of 2km. Mind you, we were actually looking for a restaurant and had to walk both ways anyway - but it was still nice to get some exercise on such a gorgeous day. Here are some pictures from the beach!
-Strawberry
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Battle Continues...
Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday Friends: White Rock Beach
Kiwi and I took a spontaneous drive out to Peace Arch Park and White Rock beach for a walk in the sun. Living in a rainy city, the sun is something most people here in Vancouver take advantage of the moment it appears. Despite only being around 10 degrees out, Peace Arch Park was bustling with activity. Families enjoying a picnic, volleyball and a short walk to get a picture with the arch.
A short drive down Beach Road we found a parking spot not far from the steps down to the beach. Quaint beach houses lining the small sandy road sparked my own desire for a home along the water. Every summer I would go up the Sunshine coast to visit my grandparents in Powell River. Most of that time was spent on the beach, on the lake or visiting family. On one trip we went for dinner my uncle's house that was directly on the water where you could walk out of the living room and be in the ocean within 10 seconds. Descending the rusty stairs to the beach I was instantly brought back to that fond memory, splashing in the ocean with my uncle, cousin, mom and my uncle's dog, Butch.
I easily kicked off my flats, entrusting them to a nearby rock near the stairs. Smiling to myself, I saw the other beach-goers had done the same with their belongings. An unspoken trust. The tide was out which left 300 meters of sand to explore before the shallow surf even began. Enjoying the soft sand between my toes which I hadn't felt since my cousin and I had visited almost a year ago, Kiwi and I held hands and headed out to sea. The wind picked up the closer we got to the ocean so we decided to head back to the car.
At the bottom of the stairs, Kiwi and I noticed a train chugging along which would block our crossing to the car. I hastily brushed the wet sand off my feet and stepped into my shoes hoping to beat the train. Climbing the rickety stairs we easily beat the slow moving engine and sat in the car waiting for it to pass so Kiwi could have a look.
We drove home into the sun with the sunkissed, sandy feeling on our skin as a salty reminder of our little trip to the beach.
A short drive down Beach Road we found a parking spot not far from the steps down to the beach. Quaint beach houses lining the small sandy road sparked my own desire for a home along the water. Every summer I would go up the Sunshine coast to visit my grandparents in Powell River. Most of that time was spent on the beach, on the lake or visiting family. On one trip we went for dinner my uncle's house that was directly on the water where you could walk out of the living room and be in the ocean within 10 seconds. Descending the rusty stairs to the beach I was instantly brought back to that fond memory, splashing in the ocean with my uncle, cousin, mom and my uncle's dog, Butch.
I easily kicked off my flats, entrusting them to a nearby rock near the stairs. Smiling to myself, I saw the other beach-goers had done the same with their belongings. An unspoken trust. The tide was out which left 300 meters of sand to explore before the shallow surf even began. Enjoying the soft sand between my toes which I hadn't felt since my cousin and I had visited almost a year ago, Kiwi and I held hands and headed out to sea. The wind picked up the closer we got to the ocean so we decided to head back to the car.
At the bottom of the stairs, Kiwi and I noticed a train chugging along which would block our crossing to the car. I hastily brushed the wet sand off my feet and stepped into my shoes hoping to beat the train. Climbing the rickety stairs we easily beat the slow moving engine and sat in the car waiting for it to pass so Kiwi could have a look.
We drove home into the sun with the sunkissed, sandy feeling on our skin as a salty reminder of our little trip to the beach.
-Strawberry
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