Lately, I’ve been living to these kinds of rules.
Maybe it was London that did it to me, or maybe it’s my old age.
I mean, I felt hungover from two glasses of wine last weekend! What? The actual what.
For about two months now, I have changed from my a-soda-a-day habit to a soda a week (which is surprising for me!), and I feel amazing for it.
I have gone from a teaspoon and a half of sugar in my tea, to no sugar (half a teaspoon when I’m feeling the need for a sugar hit!)
I’ve gone from snobbing spinach completely, to wanting to include it in every single meal. Spinach, am I right? It’s delicious. I managed to fall in love with it through a spinach and basil pasta meal from Tescos. Mmm, mmmm. One of my favourite meals at the moment is lamb salad, with spinach and roast vegetables.
I have been going for walks after work and on the weekend – because I catch two tube lines on my way to and from work, I decided to walk 40 minutes to Bond Street to catch the Jubilee line, in order to only catch one line home in the evening. It’s a great excuse to exercise, as well as not having to spend half of the time on the tube. As much as I love the tube for getting me around the city relatively easy everyday, I’d much rather limit the time spend underground, thankyouverymuch.
And in the mornings, when I can muster the energy, I wake up and exercise in the lounge. Spotebi is my new favourite thing – it’s an online at home workout guide for women, and I’m currently on the weightloss workout plan. It’s fabulous. I did a lower body workout two days ago, and my thighs are still absolutely on fire (it’s almost like when I did paintball with my friends for the first time…We were all hobbling around for about a week ha).
I drink close to 8 glasses of water a day. And I’ve never been a huge water drinker.
And you know what? I love it. I like being healthy. I like feeling like the food that I’m eating is nourishing me, and the mood-lift I get from exercising.
But I know my weaknesses.
Biscuits. Chocolate. Eating too much. Baking. Cheesecake. Bread. Pasta. Cheese.
I need to train my body to believe in moderation. Because as much as my brain knows it, I feel like my stomach has completely different ideas. It fails me everytime I get take-out with friends, or bake cookies (I made a batch of Afghan cookies the other day, and I honestly cannot stop eating them…)
But alas. Here’s to having a happy, healthy life!