<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514</id><updated>2012-01-01T20:51:53.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Decision By Decision</title><subtitle type='html'>Having been overweight for the last 10 years, I'm taking serious action.  I can mourn the extra weight I carried during the (fabulous and very happy) years gone by or I can make lasting changes, for now and for the future.  Weight loss is making the right choices, one decision at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5263801929478136622</id><published>2012-01-01T10:21:00.010Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:30:03.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflections and Realisations - 2010, 2011 and 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In 2012, my priorities will be finding a place to live (my landlord is selling the place so I'm currently homeless and sleeping on friend's sofas) and getting fit and healthy. After doing so well in 2008 and 2009 (losing 18kg or 40lb and going from size 20 to size 16 trousers), I completely lost it in 2010 and 2011. I'm now not very proud to say that I weight exactly what I weighed when I started back in 2008 - a whole two years of effort wiped out and another four years older. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I've spent the past few days being reflective as to the reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Taking a *short* break in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;With all of this progress, I thought I could take a break. I'd been to my cousin's wedding (the one who was a model) in December 2008, then was due a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saotome.st/"&gt;São Tomé and Príncipe&lt;/a&gt; for work (gorgeous) in February so, knowing from &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/10/forward-thinking.html"&gt;past experience &lt;/a&gt;that there is no healthy food for vegetarians in much of Africa, I thought, why don't I take a mini break and wait until I come back? &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html"&gt;I should have known what would happen&lt;/a&gt; - a short break turned into loss of habits that had kept me on track before and I had completely popped out of &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-zone.html"&gt;the zone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Life in 2011&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've blogged &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/priorities.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; about how hard it was to fit in exercise, food planning and blogging - all the things I need to stay on track. It became undoable afterwards. I spent 2011 focusing on work - I doing job applications and in May started a new job. It's totally fab with a lot more responsibility (I head up the organisation - yey!) but it has meant that I've spent the last 8 months pretty much working most of the hours of the day. It has not been uncommon to find me at my desk come midnight or 1am, I spend my weekends doing catch-up reading and I can't remember the last time I took the night bus home after a night out rather than after a(nother) late night in the office. [I long for the days when 2am on a nightbus on a Tuesday night was a sign of drinks after work getting out of hand rather than I can't believe it's 2am and I'm walking to the bus stop from the office.] Not only has this meant that I've found finding gym time rather hard and that lunch and dinner happens to be whatever I can pick up around work but also that I now don't have a place to live even though our landlord gave us 3 months (!) notice because I just didn't have time to find a roof over my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;Bad Experiences. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I didn't blog about it at the time because I didn't think it had any bearing on my weight loss but, in retrospect, I can trace everything that happened afterwards to this. A couple of years ago, I had an evening work dinner. Someone I really like(d) at work had a work trip for a few months coming up and I had decided that this was going to be my night to make a move. So, I spent all night with R - drinking, eating, dancing.  We were buying each other drinks the whole night and having a generally all around flirtatious time. Anyway, I had had a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; to drink - we each had one pint and a cocktail beforehand, were drinking copiously from the wine bottles on the table and then bought two bottles of wine just for us. I know. And on a Thursday night with work the next day too... Fastforward to the end of the night. It's 3am and I'm still in West London where the party was and I live in the East - meaning two night buses home. To cut a long story short, I fell asleep on the second one (partly due to tiredness and partly due to alcohol) and woke up way past my stop in a very dodgy part of London. There were no other women around - just what felt like gangs of men all coming up and hitting on me. I didn't feel safe enough waiting at bus stops so I started walking home (luckily I had changed from my heels to flat shoes so I could walk really quickly) - to be followed by groups of men. Just as I left one group behind, another one would surround me. One group of men even started discussing what they would do to me in great detail. I've never been so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy part of the I kept on walking and made it home okay. The bad part is how I felt that night and the days afterwards. I kept getting harassed by men (perhaps I just started noticing it) on the streets and on public transport. One guy even followed me home from the library. And, even though, as a badge wearing feminist, I know that rape, sexual assault and harassment has &lt;a href="http://www.d.umn.edu/cla/faculty/jhamlin/3925/myths.html"&gt;nothing to do with attractiveness&lt;/a&gt; but rather is about exertion of male power, I subconsciously started to equate what was happening to me with the weight I was losing. All of this also brought back memories of growing up and how I would keep getting hassled by old* men in public spaces. I blamed myself and my body for this - most particularly my over developed breasts (D cup at the age of 13). Now, I wonder how much of my gaining of weight during my teens was due to trying to stop making that happen.** I need to stop letting the fear of being attacked or harassed stop me from being healthy. I'm starting to think that perhaps I need to talk all of this through with somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*30 is old to a girl of 13 so I have no idea how old they actually were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Check out Susie Orbach's &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/oct/11/gender.society"&gt;Fat is a Feminist Issue &lt;/a&gt;is you haven't already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've said this many times before, but it's time to get serious now. I want all this weight gone and to be fit and healthy by my 30th birthday. I've got 1 1/2 years left. I've spent my teens and my 20s overweight and unfit - I refuse to spend my 30s like this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5263801929478136622?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5263801929478136622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5263801929478136622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5263801929478136622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5263801929478136622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2012/01/2010-2011-and-2012.html' title='Reflections and Realisations - 2010, 2011 and 2012'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8792575744603867827</id><published>2011-10-05T09:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:22:01.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had such an amazing workout last night - an hour of body combat, followed by a 45min spin class, then weights then 15 mins on the treadmill doing a mixture of walking and running. That's around 1,500 calories in 3 1/2 hours. At a few times during the evening I felt physically sick (but pushed on through). The spin class was the best one I've ever been to - could barely speak afterwards. Combat and spin were taken by the same instructor who is ace. I think I might be in love with him. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I can put in 3 hour workouts every day but I'm going to look ahead at my diary and keep at least two evenings/ weekend mornings/ afternoons free for an intense workout interspersed with shorter 1 hour workouts. Tonight, I have a RPM class followed by dinner at a friend's house. Tomorrow, I will go to body combat then have an evening meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need to do is make time for the gym and figure out how to slot it into my existing life as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8792575744603867827?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8792575744603867827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8792575744603867827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8792575744603867827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8792575744603867827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2011/10/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8190616810951343428</id><published>2011-10-03T21:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:37:42.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines</title><content type='html'>I have 9 1/2 weeks or 66 days before I go home. I know that you shouldn't have unrealistic targets that you just can't keep but I want to be at least the weight I was the last time I went home (December 2010) and preferably the weight I was when I went home before that (December 2009). That would mean losing 5kg or 13kg respectively. In 9 1/2 weeks, if I go to the gym, eat soup, salad and fruit, hopefully somewhere between those two is achievable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ripe old age (!) of 28, I'm the oldest of my family still to be married. I have no idea what has happened over the last few years, but one by one they've fallen (some happily, some unhappily) leaving me alone to face the onslaught of well-meaning aunties/ grandmothers etc who love me and want to see me married and settled. I need to look good so they don't pity me and think the reason in saying no is because I can't get anyone. Then there are all the comparisons with my gorgeous model-like cousins of course... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8190616810951343428?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8190616810951343428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8190616810951343428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8190616810951343428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8190616810951343428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2011/10/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-7524249859960221151</id><published>2011-03-07T09:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:21:40.232Z</updated><title type='text'>How many restarts will it take?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back (again). Hopefully this time will be more permanent and sustained than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why this is so difficult. I remember so clearly the months where it was routine and bordering on effortless. Then, a break in the routine of two weeks was all it took. I came back from working in a place where I had no access to a gym and very little options in vegetarian food (omlettes, bread and pizza, seriously, that was it) and it all fell apart. I kept thinking, I've done so well that I can take a mini break then start again. The rest of the weekend became the next week, became until the end of the month, which became now, pretty much a year later. My weighing machine is out of battery (of course) so I'm not sure but I think I'm now back to where I started. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out dancing on Saturday night, dreamt of running Sat morning, and then, yesterday, I rebooted again. A breakfast of blackberries was followed by a great two hours in the gym and a post workout meal of 2 boiled eggs and toast. I did have a couple of slices of pizza and garlic bread with my housemate in the evening, finished off with blueberries, but believe me, it's a lot better than I've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sun is shining, I have a bag full of healthy food at my feet on the tube and my walking boots on. I'm starting again, and this time I WILL see it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-7524249859960221151?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/7524249859960221151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=7524249859960221151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7524249859960221151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7524249859960221151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-many-restarts-will-it-take.html' title='How many restarts will it take?'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8095987422318857944</id><published>2010-12-24T21:28:00.009Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:44:28.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Day 418</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;My last blog post was 1st Nov 2009 - 418 days ago (if my maths is right).  Sadly, I weigh more than a stone more than I did then.  I'm now (unhappily) cruising in the mid 90s.  Again.  How do I let this happen to me - time after time and time again?  I wish I'd just kept at it. I got down to 84kg by Feb 2010 and then over the past 9 months have bounced back up again.  If I'd lost how much I've put on, I would be under 80kg - a weight I've not seen since I was 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;From my post of 30th Oct 2009: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;When it's easy, it's so easy but when it's difficult, it's so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; - and it's the slightest thing that changes the routine from one to the other. How can you tell I've made the switch from one to the other? When I start/ stop blogging about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I use this blog to stay on track but when I need it the most, I stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;See, I know these things but that doesn't stop me from not doing what I know I need to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm now back on the blog, which hopefully means I'm back on track.  They stay with smothing that the key is to not stop quitting, no longer how long it takes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Another year, another try.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Stop.  Reboot.  Start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8095987422318857944?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8095987422318857944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8095987422318857944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8095987422318857944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8095987422318857944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-418.html' title='Day 418'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5786022916258062245</id><published>2009-11-01T20:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:39:29.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm completely starving.  I really hope we get given dinner on the plane.  That's what I'm telling myself anyway to ensure I don' buy airport chocolate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5786022916258062245?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5786022916258062245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5786022916258062245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5786022916258062245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5786022916258062245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/11/sitting-in-airport.html' title='Sitting in the Airport'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-2033710194640733122</id><published>2009-11-01T10:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:40:48.940Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love Liberia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I said last night that I was looking forward to getting back to London. I am, but only from the viewpoint of being able to eat proper (i.e. healthy) food and do some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at 8am (on a Sunday!) to bright sunshine streaming in my windows and gospel music from the church next door.  I'm now eating a bowl of apples/ pears/ oranges for breakfast feeling on top of the world.  Liberia really is an amazing country and Liberians are absolutely wonderful, despite (perhaps because of?) everything they went through during the long years of civil war.  I'll be very sorry to leave this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-2033710194640733122?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/2033710194640733122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=2033710194640733122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2033710194640733122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2033710194640733122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-liberia.html' title='I Love Liberia'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4386685611242202982</id><published>2009-10-31T22:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:39:10.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going back to London tomorrow evening.  I've been the best I can be with eating today - had my usual fruity breakfast, then got pasta instead of chips at lunch of which I packed up half, and then had hummus and pita bread for dinner.  I ate 2 oranges and an apple after lunch - this unfortunately did not prevent me eating 3 biscuits in the afternoon that were lying in front of me on the conference table.  Of course we worked on a Saturday.  I'm working Sunday morning too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and large, Africa sucks as a continent for vegetarian food.  I love Liberia but I'm looking forward to getting back home so I can eat properly and go to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4386685611242202982?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4386685611242202982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4386685611242202982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4386685611242202982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4386685611242202982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaving-tomorrow.html' title='Leaving Tomorrow'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-2622706996270982486</id><published>2009-10-30T17:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:04:07.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Forward Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of travel ahead in the months remaining of this year. I'm currently in Monrovia for work. I return on Monday and am 90% certain to go to Sao Tome and Principe&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. Yes, that's 3 days after I fly into London from Liberia. Just over a week after I return from STP, I leave for India where I'm taking an extended holiday for the whole of December (yey!) having saved up all my holiday throughout the whole year. Yes, I do dread to think of my carbon footprint as well (I am finding ways to make up for it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I going to ensure that I stay on course when the next ten weeks will see four countries and a completely different lifestyle from the fruit/ salad/ gym routine that I try to establish in London?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming to Liberia last time in May, I was doing really well but had a setback during my time here and ended up gaining a few kgs in just my two weeks here. Why? For the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) Meetings with coffee breaks which should be re-titled 'biscuit and cake breaks.' I just completely lost it and had cake after biscuit after cake - at the morning break, at the lunch break and at the afternoon break&lt;br /&gt;2) The complete lack of choice for vegetarians in the country which meant that the only item I could order for dinner was pizza or pasta. Big portion sizes led to expansion in stomach capacity!&lt;br /&gt;3) Snacks in the fridge at the guesthouse where I was staying. These included cheese that I'd picked up in Brussels airport on my way as well as lovely waffles drenched in syrup and biscuits - mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;4) Complete lack of exercise - driven to and from the meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to say that I've avoided the pitfalls of last time. I sneakily stopped off at M&amp;amp;S at Gatwick Airport to buy fruit and salad. It's served me really well as I've been able to have an apple, a pear, an orange and a banana for breakfast, filling me up for the day. In addition, the salad that I'd thrown into my basket as an afterthought were priceless yesterday when the buffet lunch served ended up consisting of rice, meat and fish. Being vegetarian my whole life has gotten me used to people forgetting about it when ordering catering! Also, I'm so happy with myself for not touching even one biscuit/ cookie yesterday that were displayed tantalisingly on the plate of my colleague next to me 'for sharing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop myself from feeling that I've slipped up slightly today by ordering penne arrabiata for lunch, especially as we're going to a beach restaurant later on today where I know from bitter experience that the only thing I'll be able to eat is margherita pizza. When there's no other alternative, what can I do? I can't realistically bring enough food for my whole time here - if nothing else, it looks unbelievably precious to eat only food from England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'll have fruit for breakfast, salad for lunch tomorrow and whatever is around for dinner. I then leave Sunday evening - only two days to get through eating wise before I'm back in London and hitting the gym on Monday, and Tuesday and Wednesday before leaving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed I'm hitting 85kg by the time I fly Thursday afternoon - mostly because STP = beaches and it would be so great to have BMI=30=overweight (!) rather than obese then.  Not that I'm going to let the small matter of a little (actually lot) of excess weight get between me and the sea anyway (I'm such a water baby) but it would be nice mentally to know when I bare my body to the beach that I'm 'overweight' rather than 'obese'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-2622706996270982486?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/2622706996270982486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=2622706996270982486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2622706996270982486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2622706996270982486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/10/forward-thinking.html' title='Forward Thinking'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5406259517891398353</id><published>2009-10-30T17:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:32:21.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....  It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's been a whole 5 weeks since I blogged - especially as I was so committed to blogging at least once a day back then.  I stopped two weeks before the award ceremony and the conference that I was organising (within 4 days of each other, on top of my full time job) and then just didn't get back into the swing of things.  I missed one day and then didn't have time anymore.  Blogging really is a habit.  Even when I'm crazily busy I can take a couple of minutes to write a 'quick post before going to bed' - which then turns into a lengthy essay (!) - if I've been logging and checking in every day that week.  However, when I've missed writing a post for a while, even when I come home at 10pm, I would much rather chill out with my favourite TV programme than write a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only had I been not blogging for a month after my last post, but I'd also not been paying much attention to food and exercise.  Despite that, it's amazing how some things stuck though.  Every day I had fruit for breakfast and salad for dinner.  Even though I had more snacks that when I'm sticking to my plan and dinner often went to pot, it was a much better situation than this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof?  I went on the weighing machine last week praying that it wouldn't show above 90kg but mentally prepared for anything up to 95kg - to find 88.9kg.  How amazing is that?  That my dears is called maintenance.  I checked myself a couple of days ago (my life showing concerted effort in terms of eating choices and visits to the gym in the intervening period) to find the weighing machines showing 87.1kg.  That's 1.8kg in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it's easy, it's so easy but when it's difficult, it's so hard&lt;/span&gt; - and it's the slightest thing that changes the routine from one to the other.  How can you tell I've made the switch from one to the other?  When I start/ stop blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this blog to stay on track but when I need it the most, I stay away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5406259517891398353?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5406259517891398353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5406259517891398353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5406259517891398353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5406259517891398353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8183916267346976035</id><published>2009-10-01T08:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:38:47.234Z</updated><title type='text'>1st October 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st October looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 87.5 kg aka 194 lb aka 13 st 12lb - yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 70kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BMI: 31.4 - eek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 18 - 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body fat: 31.6kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = depends on the total weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body fat percentage: 36.1%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 14 - 31%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water percentage: 46.6%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 50 - 55%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8183916267346976035?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8183916267346976035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8183916267346976035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8183916267346976035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8183916267346976035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-october-2009.html' title='1st October 2009'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-3838779106430293315</id><published>2009-09-21T00:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:38:06.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...post right now.  I know I said I'd post every day and it's now been three days.  I also was supposed to weigh in every Sunday morning but I completely forgot when I woke up today as I was so focused on getting to my 9 am class (on a Sunday morning!) on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise?  I went to the gym on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food?  I've been eating - mostly good stuff but some absolute crap as well.  Carrot cake today.  Portuguese pastry today.  Lots of chocolate rolls last night.  Why does eating (surely one of the most natural activities) have to involve so much drama, scrutiny and thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what I weigh at the moment - I'm guessing between 87kg and 90kg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At present, I am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- working full time at a job that I (most of the time) love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- organising a conference for a grassroots network to which I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- learning another language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- helping to organise an awards ceremony for this charity for which I'm volunteering my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- back into taking singing classes - today was a 6 hour extravaganza (hence the 7am wake up for 9am class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- applying for a fellowship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- applying for jobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- applying for citizenship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- trying to talk to my family on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- trying to see my friends once a week (I can't believe my life is so busy that I socialise and relax only one evening a week - usually to which I'm rushing from somewhere else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cleaning the bathroom - ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pretending to try to lose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all off, the awards ceremony and the conference are 4 days apart.  The fellowship application is due Friday.  My classes started yesterday and I have classes Saturday afternoons and 9am-4pm Sunday as well as Monday and Wednesday evenings.  I have to somehow find the time to learn an entirely new alphabet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amongst all the above, I need to get serious about the weight loss.  I love how I look now but I know that I'll love the way the me of the future looks even more.  I'm okay - I'm just tired of the last few weeks of staying about the same weight.  I need to do something drastic this week to kickstart things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-3838779106430293315?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/3838779106430293315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=3838779106430293315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3838779106430293315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3838779106430293315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4941777470754943772</id><published>2009-09-17T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:34:31.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday = Another Kind of Progress Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is my weigh in day to see whether I've lost weight.  Thursday is my wearing trousers day to see whether I've lost fat/ flab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my grey formal trousers today and, I have to tell you, the flab overspill was minimal to say the least; the kind that you would have on normal fitting trousers &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; later on in the day, I was able to run a finger around the inside.  My back fat (you know the bit you can squeeze in the space between your waist and the band of your bra has now almost completely gone on the left side and getting there on the right side.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my favourite trousers ever yesterday.  They're orangey gold with more golden orange stripes running horizontally across - I know they sounds completely hideous but they're very funky in a 1970s way and I absolutely love them.  They've been getting looser and looser over the months, to the extent that I can't wear them with a normal length top anymore as they have moved from being around my waist to being around my hips.  Well, yesterday I found out that I can no longer wear and walk in them at all without having to hike them up every minute or so.  I also pulled them away from my waist and could not believe the amount of space between the trousers and my skin.  Did I really used to fill all that space once upon a time?  This is brilliant - especially as I can just wear them with a belt from now on and not have to worry that they're around by my ankles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My double chin is still there but there's just a lot less of it now.  Day before yesterday, one of my colleagues asked me if I'd lost weight.  I've had friends and family ask me lots of times before - some of them every time they see me for the first time after a couple of weeks - but this was the first time someone at work had noticed.  If people whom you see every day think you've lost weight, it means you really have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's strange though.  When I think of the weight I've lost so far and the places I think I've lost it, I think my back, a bit from my thighs and arms, from my breasts (but not too much, thankfully!), but mostly from my waist and hips.  However everyone else notices the face.  I can't say that I think I've lost any weight from my face.  Yes, my chin(s) are a lot less nowadays but everyone else points to the sides of my face and I don't really see much weight loss from my cheeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed that the okay pictures of me that are taken are, for the first time in a couple of years, outnumbering the bad though.  I always thought the bad photos were just the way the light was falling or catching me at a bad time.  As I've lost weight though, I've realised that I looked fat in most photos because I actually was fat.  It's good to be getting back to a more 'normal' size again and not posing in dread for friends with cameras anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in summary, although I've not been losing much weight on the scales the last couple of weeks, the fat is disappearing from various parts of my body week on week.  With that in mind, let's not get too hung up on the numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4941777470754943772?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4941777470754943772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4941777470754943772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4941777470754943772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4941777470754943772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-another-kind-of-progress-check.html' title='Thursday = Another Kind of Progress Check'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1837306545996556096</id><published>2009-09-16T23:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:51:18.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I ate and drank the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 plum, 1 pear, 1 peach and red and green grapes for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 plum, 1 pear, 1 apple, strawberries and 1 peach for my morning smoothie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 goat's cheese sandwich with salad and (gasp!) skinny chips for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 cheese salad sandwich with kettle chips slightly salted crisps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 melted cheese bagel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 46g Aero bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a lot of food for me at the moment but, on the way home when I was on the verge of feeling guilty, I realised that this was completely normal about a year ago.  If anything, I would have classed it as a good day.  After all, I had plenty of fruit, only 1 cheese bagel and 1 bar of chocolate.  It's strange to think that my blowout day nowadays is what I've eaten today whereas if I'd written the list 18 months ago, it would have read as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 bombay potato wrap with kettle chips sea salt and cracked better crisps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 all you can eat buffet (and when I go to an all you can eat buffet, it really is an all the food that I can fit into my stomach buffet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 piece of chocolate cake (or carrot cake in an attempt to be healthy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 plate of nachos with guacamole, salsa, sour cream and melted cheese (courtesy of my microwave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 packet of Maryland triple choc chip cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid you not.  Now, this did not happen often but it did happen.  I remember weeks where I had a tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream for dinner three nights in a row (this is three tubs, not restraining myself to finishing a tub in 3 sittings).  And on one occasion I did have the ice cream as a chaser to a meal of nachos and a packet of cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is years of bad eating talking.  When I was about 13, I used to go out for 'runs' i.e. leave the house with a book, pop by the local shop and spend 1/2 hour sitting on the grass reading and stuffing my face.  During my year abroad, dinner would be either a plate of pasta with tomato sauce or a plate of nachos with salsa and melted cheese.  Three years ago, there would be days where lunch would be Starbucks muffins, grabbed in 2 minutes on my way from one job to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder I gained weight.  No wonder I am fat right now.  So, really, although I feel as if I ate like a pig today, I am making progress.  With progress like this, who needs setbacks, right? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1837306545996556096?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1837306545996556096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1837306545996556096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1837306545996556096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1837306545996556096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-2340763132107081848</id><published>2009-09-15T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:59:55.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible to have many priorities all of equal importance?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my job.  My family.  My activism.  My friends.  My weightloss.  Which one of these is most important to me me?  My family, of course, but after that?  My job I have to do and do well.  Regardless of what happens in the months to come, the aim of my life is not to be super skinny but rather, to life a meaningful life filled with excitement, adventure and did I mention meaning?  So job and activism is important.  Without friends, I'd sink into a massive depression and spend my life crying my eyes out.  And of course, I need to lose weight.  If nothing else, I'm so much happier when I'm eating lots of good food and doing plenty of exercising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, I know myself and my tendency to prioritise everything else that I do before me - so work before sleep, friends before rest and family before healthy eating.  And that is not good for me.  I came to a position a couple of years ago that I was busy working from 8am to 9pm every weekday with 12 hours on Saturday and 5 hours on Sunday plus going out every night until 1am/ 2am/ 3am.  It got to the stage that not only was I getting only about 4 hours sleep a night but I also never totally relaxed as I was always going somewhere and always, always with other people (apart from when asleep).  Added to which I was consuming buckets of alcohol (always a good plan) and eating whatever I could find.  There were days where I survived on Starbucks muffins for lunch because I just didn't have the two minutes to get a proper lunch.  And the result of this sleep deprivation, constant working, irregular and unhealthy eating and massive quantities of wine/ gin/ vodka/ beer?  My brain just short-circuited and the next thing I knew I was on the floor being told I'd just had a fit.  I thought I had brain cancer (!) until the tests said my brain was normal and I was just severely overworked and needed to relax.  I vowed then, and it's one that I renew to myself all the time, that I will never go back to a situation where that happens again.  And I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to accept that I can't fill my days more than I already have.  Sometimes I have to work late (like the whole of last week).  Other times I have to spend my nights attending meetings and planning in pursuit of the cause (like last night).  Some nights I have to stay at home and do job applications (like tonight).  And there has to be nights that I put all the above to one side and hit the gym and sweat.  Above all, there have to be times (occasionally yes, but they do have to exist) where I just get home early and spend the evening cleaning the kitchen (Friday night - boo!), reading and watching TV.  Of course, the only time I seem able to relax is when I go home to visit my parents for the weekend -  I guess for now, when I'm in London, mopping the floors will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-2340763132107081848?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/2340763132107081848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=2340763132107081848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2340763132107081848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2340763132107081848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5421723186404861964</id><published>2009-09-14T23:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:38:25.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking An Elusive Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm too impatient.  The amount of weight I've lost in the past two weeks is so small as to be insignificant.  I'm looking at what I did and I have lost 3.6kg in three weeks and 5.1kg in 4 weeks.  That's amazing.  I suppose I am losing weight, it's just in chunks.  I just need to keep going and not give in - had a creme caramel which my colleague offered me.  116 calories worth of deliciousness.  Well worth it, as was the chocolate bar I had last night (my first chocolate for weeks).  Can you tell that my period is due soon? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan for the next few days is to try to squeeze in the gym or walking every day and not eat food that I've not prepared myself.  Saturday, I was stuck in Hyde Park with no vegetarian food except 1/2 a box of chips (seriously, why don't organisers of events like this cater for vegetarians?). Sunday to pre-empt that situation, I swung by M&amp;amp;S - my Wensleydale and carrot chutney was 520 calories - for a sandwich.  Sadly, I had to do the same tonight as I was returning home from work at 10pm not having eaten any dinner.  Honestly, instead of shop bought sandwiches, I think it's better to have a couple of slices of pizza!  I think preparing food yourself is the key to calorie control - at least then you know it's fresh and without fattening mayo/ salad dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5421723186404861964?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5421723186404861964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5421723186404861964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5421723186404861964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5421723186404861964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeking-elusive-goal.html' title='Seeking An Elusive Goal'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-9035381710388490477</id><published>2009-09-13T23:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:03:04.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Week: Sunday 6th September - Saturday 12th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);   font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Walk for 1/2 an hour three times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Most definitely yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Gym 4 times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Three alcoholic drinks a week max. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;One glass of white wine on Sat night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. 7 hours sleep a night. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most nights save one but caught up on sleep yesterday morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Fruit for breakfast and at least one salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Drink milk or have some yoghurt every day &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably 6/7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Blog every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;5/7. Okay, I'm getting back into the swing of things after my shocking week the week before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weight = 87.9kg - all that work and only 200g.  I'm sure my last Sunday reading wasn't accurate (I was expecting it to go up not down!) so I've probably lost more than that this week.  Let's just see what happens this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-9035381710388490477?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/9035381710388490477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=9035381710388490477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/9035381710388490477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/9035381710388490477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-4.html' title='Week #4'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-496254216536282059</id><published>2009-09-13T02:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:40:14.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/proms/2009/lastnight/"&gt;Proms in the Park &lt;/a&gt;tonight waitressing which meant me essentially wandering around Hyde Park in the glorious sunshine chatting to people and getting and filling their order.  For 7 hours.  Nonstop.  Not having done any in about 5 years, I'd forgotten the hard work waitressing can be - the stress of trying not to spill pints as you take them over the worst part for me!  Anyway, it was lots of fun but my legs are not exhausted.  On top of 7 hours of walking continuously and carrying heavy trays, I'd also just spent the 45 mins before that walking briskly to Hyde Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no gym today but instead, about 6 hours of walking instead.  Unfortunately I partially cancelled that out by eating a portion of chips (you think there was anything else at the festival that was vegetarian) and a Mediterranean pasta salad.  I've also had a cheese bagel and a cereal bar at home.  The above, added to the delicious blackberry, blueberry, melon, peach and red grape smoothie I had in the morning, makes up my food for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-496254216536282059?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/496254216536282059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=496254216536282059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/496254216536282059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/496254216536282059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5580948759498863967</id><published>2009-09-12T00:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:48:54.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exciting Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the week from hell - woohoo!  I've spent the whole time looking at budgets for the next three years and it's so good to be finally done.  And, do you want to know what I did when it was all over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the supermarket and bought lots of lovely fruit and vegetables, went for Body Balance class and then came home and... cleaned.  I swept and mopped the kitchen floor, spritzed the stove, swept and mopped my bedroom floor and went through all the bits of paper flying around the room, threw half of them and sorted through the rest.  Ah, when I think that just a short time ago my life was filled with hedonism and stumbling home at 5am, waking up for work still a bit tipsy and falling over putting on my shoes (I always had sobered up by the time I actually got to work!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving up my nights out in favour of waking up and going to the gym the next morning.  It's fine for now but I can't wait until I've lost this weight, can ease up a bit and get my Friday and Saturday nights out dancing back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and today wasn't a great food day.  Apple, orange, blueberries and fig, date and grains yoghurt for breakfast.  I spent the whole day in training where lunch and biscuits were rampant - 6 1/2 sandwiches for lunch and 6 biscuits (4 Maryland cookies and 2 Oreos).  After I came home, I had 3 cereal bars and raisins.  This doesn't seem like a very nutritious day at all, but considering what I've been eating the rest of the week, I'm not too bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan was to go shopping then running before Body Balance today but by the time I left work, I had time for only either shopping or running before my class.  There's no way I'll be able to get to the shops so I thought the food was more pressing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today makes it 4 days I've been to the gym this week. Sunday was Body Balance, cross trainer, running and weights.  Monday was pilates and aerobic kickboxing.  Tuesday was New Body.  Today was Body Balance.  I've done four days of stretching type things and 3 days of pure cardio and well, New Body.  Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an action packed day tomorrow: a day of activism training in the late morning/ early afternoon and then I'm working Proms in the Park (!) from the late afternoon onwards, followed by my friend's birthday party, but I'll try my best to go to the gym beforehand.  That means a 8am wake up - which necessitates sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5580948759498863967?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5580948759498863967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5580948759498863967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5580948759498863967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5580948759498863967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/exciting-friday-night_12.html' title='An Exciting Friday Night'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4416092474451581125</id><published>2009-09-10T23:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:49:09.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weighed myself when I got home tonight - 89kg.  That's actually more than at the weekend.  This is so annoying, especially since I've been to the gym so far 3x this week (and counting!), gone for 2 brisk walks of 1 1/4hrs and 45mins and eaten impeccably healthily (my only weaknesses is a cube of cheese and frying tofu in oil).  Fingers crossed it's because I weighed myself at night.  Let's see what the weighing machine says in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, I've gotten into the habit (3 weeks in a row now) of Thursday morning trying on my pair of &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/size-16.html"&gt;size 16 gray formal trousers&lt;/a&gt;.  I bought them on 15th August and I could only barely get them over my hips and had to really suck it in to do up the zip and button.  The first Thursday was pretty much the same.  The &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-pair-of-almost-fitting-trousers.html"&gt;second Thursday&lt;/a&gt;, I managed to do up the zip, the button and the four clasps that run from the zip to the waist.  I wore those trousers to work for the first time that day and yes, there was a massive bulge of flesh over the top that I managed to hide with a flowing dress over the top and yes, halfway through the day, I undid the top couple of clasps and the button so it would be more comfortable and the fat wouldn't bulge out so much, but I felt so good that day.  Today is the third Thursday so I went to my wardrobe and got out my trousers.  They now do up with ease and, although there's still a slight overspill of fat, it's gone down &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; much.  It now looks like a normal amount of fat bulging (if you know what I mean).  I'm really looking forward to the fourth Thursday!  No bulging and smooth fitting?  Dare I hope that there is loose fitting and falling off my hips in the future?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the weighing machine may be being stubborn and not giving me the numbers I want to see, but I &lt;b&gt;know &lt;/b&gt;that I am loosing weight - or at least stomach fat!  I also noticed significantly less back fat in the mirror this morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wishes I could fastforward to December to see what I look like then.  Never fear though, December (and my cousin's big wedding) will come soon enough.  No matter what I do until then, I'm not going to be as prepared for it as I want to be but, even how I look now is a massive improvement on the last time I saw my family back home and hopefully, I'll build on all that I've achieved in the months to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, in other news, my two massive deadlines (1 for work and 1 for the work I do voluntarily for this human rights organisation) came, went and was met - apparently, 1 was fantastic and the other excellent.  It's strange isn't it, when people say words like that, all of a sudden, it makes the stress, the frustration, the lack of sleep and devoting every waking minute to work somehow worthwhile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a training session tomorrow which lasts from 10am - 4pm.  I have some work to do beforehand but I'm definitely leaving as soon as the last session finishes.  After being in the office until 7.30/8pm every night, I think I deserve it.  The plan is to get my eyebrows threaded (they're in sore need!), buy food at the supermarket, go to the gym (pilates and perhaps run?) then come home, cook dinner and make an inroad into the list of tasks I have for a conference that takes place in October.  This is not work but something I do in my spare time..  I'm on the organising committee so to go into our meeting early next having done everything that I said I was going to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and out for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4416092474451581125?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4416092474451581125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4416092474451581125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4416092474451581125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4416092474451581125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh-i-argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4251592920180446707</id><published>2009-09-10T02:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:56:29.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Here Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a run of a good few days but of course, it didn't last.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry!  It's not what you thinking.  I'm not talking of a massive food binge or lying in bed all day (although that sounds very good to me right now) but rather it being almost 3am and me still being awake having only just finished working.  Mind you, I did take a rather long break where I went to a friend's house for dinner (barbecue in her lovely patio) but I finished work at past 7pm, got home at 11pm and have now been working at home for 4 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side though, I've eaten fruit and salad during the day and then I splurged a bit at the barbecue with a ciabatta, a burger, salad and cheese (what else?).  I even had a custard tart thing. It's all good though - a woman cannot live on fruit and veg alone!  Even better, I walked to my friend's house which took me about 45 minutes fairly brisk walk, some of it uphill, all of it with a heavy backpack with my laptop and heels inside - 45 mins walk is definitely time to change into flip flops!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could write a longer post but my bed is calling and I better answer before I find another answer in the cheese downstairs (seriously, I don't understand this cheese obsession over the past few days.  I do love cheese but usually I'm not completely powerless when faced with the craving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4251592920180446707?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4251592920180446707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4251592920180446707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4251592920180446707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4251592920180446707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-here-again-back-here-again-back.html' title='Back Here Again'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6557311685756065281</id><published>2009-09-09T00:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:21:56.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By 1st October, I want to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Weigh less than 84kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Have started swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Be able to run 5 miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6557311685756065281?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6557311685756065281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6557311685756065281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6557311685756065281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6557311685756065281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-wishlist.html' title='September Wishlist'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6605656094887231988</id><published>2009-09-09T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:20:00.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Curious Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can run for miles (can't believe I can type that - how amazing!) or bike for hours but it's only if I do one of the classes at my gym.  I remember a few months ago going along to the classes and feeling they weren't intense enough and making the decision that I should choose running on the treadmill/ going on the crosstrainer/ cycling to spending time in class as this would give me more for my time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird that it's completely the other way around.  I'm not saying that I sail through my workout these days but it's definitely easier and I don't have the same sense of whole body ache that I've had for the past three days.  It was a complete fluke that prompted me to join the Body Balance class on Sunday but it was so good that I followed it up with pilates and aerobic kickboxing yesterday and the new body class today.  Kickboxing and New Body were both working with weights and I can tell in my upper arms but the rest of my body is also a bit sore.  So far, I feel it just after class and it's gone by morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you can become too used to a certain time of exercise.  I'm going to try and mix it up from now on and do sessions of the treadmill/ crosstrainer and weights, the stretching classes, the weights classes and the cardio classes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I ate a bowl of fruit and blackberry, blueberry, plum and grape smoothie for breakfast. leftovers from yesterday's dinner for lunch and salad with a little pasta, spinach, rocket, red cabbage, sundried tomatoes, apple and sugar snap peas for dinner.  Snacks were satsumas, an apple and of course, cheese.  I seem to be really craving cheese at the moment - difficult to resist!  Do you think my body is demanding that I feed it more fat?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I've been to the gym three times this week - woohoo!  I'm going to try to go Friday evening and/ or Saturday morning.  I know, I should have better plans for Friday night than going to the gym but I have an action-packed weekend ahead of me and I need some time to do some work and applications that I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6605656094887231988?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6605656094887231988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6605656094887231988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6605656094887231988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6605656094887231988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/curious-thing.html' title='A Curious Thing'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5110780512740913215</id><published>2009-09-08T00:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:13:43.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to forego my usual crosstrainer, treadmill and weights routine at the gym today for some classes.  This is following on from yesterday's gym session where I did Body Balance followed by crosstrainer, treadmill (4.2 miles baby!) and weights.  I started off with pilates with the aim of then hitting my gym routine only for the trainer on reception to start trying persuade me to do their aerobic kickboxing class that was due to start in 10 minutes.  I thought - running or kickboxing?  Kickboxing won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made sure to stretch out afterwards but I'm now a little sore.  It was the same yesterday although I was fine today (hopefully I'll be okay tomorrow as well).  I think it's the reaction to the Body Balance/ pilates.  It's so strange: I can spend 1/2 hour on the crosstrainer/ 45 mins on the bike/ 40 mins on the treadmill really caning it followed by some weights and it's all good but give me an hour of stretching and I really feel it.  I think my body has become used to the machines at the gym.  From now on, I'm going to also try to work on stretching as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food was good today.  Fruit smoothie and fruit salad for breakfast.  Lunch was the cracked wheat with onion, parsnip, courgette, tomato, sugar snap peas and swede I made yesterday.  I was so hungry in the afternoon even after 3 satsumas so I had another blueberry, apple, grape and plum smoothie.  Dinner post gym was cracked wheat with parsnip, onion, courgette, sugar snap peas, tofu (mmm...), tomatoes, swede, onion, spinach and sundried tomatoes - basically lunch but added vegetables.  I had a bit of cheese afterwards as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think today was a truly healthy day - fruit, vegetables, protein, carbs, some fat too I'm sure, crazy kickboxing aerobics and pilates.  I just need to keep it up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body is going to be amazing if this losing weight thing ever finishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5110780512740913215?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5110780512740913215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5110780512740913215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5110780512740913215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5110780512740913215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/aching.html' title='Aching'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1817899370182059956</id><published>2009-09-06T10:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:26:05.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Week: Sunday 30th August - Saturday 5th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Walk for 1/2 an hour three times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once - yesterday returning shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Gym 4 times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;0x - whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Three alcoholic drinks a week max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes - my crazy work has meant I've not touched alcohol at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. 7 hours sleep a night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hah!  I wish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Fruit for breakfast and at least one salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No - fruit yes but food has been too melted cheese bagel and not enough salad oriented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unlimited fruit and vegetables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yes but I'm substituting this one, as it's very close to the one above for the below from now on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Drink milk or have some yoghurt every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Blog every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2/7. That's ridiculous but not unexpected.  I need to find a way to keep this going even when I'm completely busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weight = 88.1kg - absolutely shocking!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've gone down 0.3kg.  I'm not sure this is right, especially as a couple of days ago I was 89.2kg.  I was surprised that I'd gained 1kg in 3 days as even though I hadn't been to the gym and there had been 8 cheese bagels in 4 days (and 1 tiramisu), I had been eating very healthily apart from that.  I'd thought I had more leeway than that before gaining 1kg.  I guess that perhaps that was an anomaly?  Anyway, 0.3kg is only 1/2 lb so I have to do better this week regardless.  I'm refining my exercise playlist now while drinking a blackberry, blueberry and strawberry smoothie with ginger and cardamom (mmm...) then it's off to the gym followed by a visit to the shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1817899370182059956?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1817899370182059956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1817899370182059956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1817899370182059956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1817899370182059956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-3.html' title='Week #3'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5510397547353637163</id><published>2009-09-06T00:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:14:54.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from my date.  I think when going on dates there's a tendency to worry whether they'll like you when really your focus should not be on their reactions to you but whether or not you like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day, I've been in a great mood and feeling really attractive.  Perhaps it was the deep conditioning treatment I gave my hair today or maybe the fact that I had tons of sleep.  When I finally got out of bed today I did a little twirl because I felt so well rested.  I've been flirting all day and men have been flirting back.  At the shoe shop , I got a '&lt;i&gt;I don't think I was here when you bought these, I definitely would have remembered you&lt;/i&gt;.'  At the library where I went afterwards  to return and take out books I had lingering glances and conversation from the cool dude who's a librarian there.  Hmmm.... I should deep condition my hair more often...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I forget sometimes that I do actually love my body.  I do want to lose weight and firm up various parts but I'm not someone who hates their thighs/ stomach/ arms/ breasts.  My stomach, yes, I'd be happy if there was less of it (!) but I do like the many things that my body can do and how it looks.  This has taken me years to come to and despite the many people who've told me how bad I look throughout my life, I'm determined to hold on to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my solution to the &lt;i&gt;what do I wear on my date &lt;/i&gt;crisis&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;was that I went for matching underwear (not that I was planning on anyone seeing that it was matching apart from me!) including a great bra and my skyscraper heels.  Oh, and some clothes to go along with that.  I wasn't walking around Covent Garden in heels and just underwear, I promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The date went well.  We had dinner in an Indonesian restaurant and then went to the play.  I think the beginning of first dates are always a little awkward but by the end it was going really smoothly.  I think a second date is in the offing in a couple of weeks' time after W's holiday - I think it's a bit too early to tell but I'd definitely like to spend more time together and I think they feel the same way as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy with myself for going ahead and going out on the date.  I shouldn't put my life on hold until I get below a certain weight and I shouldn't hesitate to meet people for fear of what they think.  Whenever it happens, I always wonder why anyone is interested.  I sometimes wonder whether men who come over and chat me up are really thinking, &lt;i&gt;she probably doesn't get many men so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; she'll be so grateful that she'll be easy&lt;/i&gt;.  I never think people find me attractive, even when they're telling me that they do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all this is the result of years of certain members of my family making me feel completely unattractive.  As I said earlier, it's taken me ages to be able to stand firm in terms of the way I feel about myself and it's still so fragile.  Every time I go back to India, I'm bombarded with people just letting me know that I'm too dark and too fat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'If only you'd lose some weight, you'd be almost pretty&lt;/i&gt;.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'When I remember what your mother was like, how can you be her daughter?' &lt;/i&gt;[my mother was gorgeous.  I've seen photos.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You'll never get a husband the way you look now.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Last time, my grandmother's cousin even asked me '&lt;i&gt;With your parents as doctors, how come you're so fat?&lt;/i&gt;'  This was at my grandmother's death ceremony when I'd been nothing but inviting, welcoming and totally lovely to her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think part of it might be because I'm usually so happy and am doing really well for myself that people want to take me down a peg or two.  Why do they seek pleasure in making other people feel miserable about themselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5510397547353637163?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5510397547353637163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5510397547353637163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5510397547353637163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5510397547353637163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5045456159669587279</id><published>2009-09-04T22:20:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:30:07.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm on this dating website.  I signed up ages ago and then went on it when a reminder popped up in my inbox.  I'm not really gung ho about it - set up a profile and then just answer those who messaged me.  I've never done this before and I'm a bit ambivalent about the whole thing.  One part of me really wants to meet someone and loves the flirting and the other screams 'no, stay in this lovely cocoon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's one person who I've been messaging for a few weeks now who seems really lovely.  We have a lot of the same interests - travel, theatre, art and have even been to a few of the same countries.  We've been messaging each other pretty much every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W messaged me last weekend, asking whether I'd seen the new Almodovar film.  An exchange later ended with me saying I wasn't in London for the weekend and getting the reply that it didn't matter, W would wait for me to return.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; that was being asked  out! ;-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really torn as to what to answer.  On the one hand, I really want to have lost some weight before I start dating people - especially those I've not met before.  I just assumed with this dating website that it would take a couple of months before you ended up actually meeting anyone face to face.  It's one thing going on a date with someone who's seen you and knows what you look like.  I'm just so worried (because my profile photo, naturally, is a good one and I don't look at all overweight in it) that the person I've arranged to meet will take one look at me and think, 'help.'  I don't know if I'm overreacting and anyway, who cares what some people who are so shallow as to do that think.  You want someone to like you for you right, not necessarily automatically dismiss you because you're 40 pounds overweight?  But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to message  back saying that I was busy, knowing a few weeks holiday was coming up for them (with the hope of losing more weight by then) but got an email this afternoon saying W had a free tickets for the theatre tomorrow night and sorry about the late notice but was I interested?  Usually, I'd have plans for Sat night but I've tried to keep this weekend pretty clear - just to relax and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; get to the gym.  Before I could think about it (plus it's a play I want to see and it's a free ticket! ;-) ), I replied yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the two of us and some friends.  The plan is for the two of us to meet for an early dinner beforehand and then join them at a bar near the theatre.  I was really sure it was a date but now, with the friends thrown into the picture, I'm not sure.  Is it just a free ticket being given away?  If so, why think of me rather than anyone else?  Or, is it backup?  A quick dinner beforehand and then a plan in place in case it's awkward? If not, skip the bar and go straight to the theatre?  Are we sitting together separately from everyone else?  Nobody goes on a dating website to make friends, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, what do I wear that makes me look hot and not fat?  Please note that I don't equate the two.  I know others are different but personally, I've always had days when I've felt hot even at my heaviest.  Mind you, they are coming a lot more often now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crisis is compounded by the fact that I weighed myself this morning - 89.2kg.  How can I have gained a whole kg since Tuesday i.e. in 3 days?!  This completely sucks.  I was glaring at the weighing machine this morning screaming inside, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no - you're supposed to go the other way&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to recover lost ground hence coming home from work rather than going to what looks like an amazing party some friends are throwing tonight.  I'm going to bed in the next 10 minutes with a view of catching up on lost sleep tonight.  Tomorrow morning = the gym.  Hopefully I'll be able to do some manic running there that makes me feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad that my Friday night is the one that (by about 4 hours) I go to sleep the earliest this week?  All weeknights were 3am.  Friday night, in bed by 11pm.  What can I say?  I'm very rock and roll...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5045456159669587279?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5045456159669587279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5045456159669587279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5045456159669587279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5045456159669587279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/nervous-excitement.html' title='Nervous Excitement'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5282138331469558579</id><published>2009-09-04T02:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:10:25.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've spent the evenings in meetings and then incorporating changes into the draft I prepared last night.  I'm so exhausted and falling asleep while I sit here but I'm way behind in posting the Week 2 check in so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Walk for 1/2 an hour three times a week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gym 4 times a week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Three alcoholic drinks a week max. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 7 hours sleep a night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fruit for breakfast and at least one salad. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. &lt;/i&gt;Unlimited fruit and vegetables. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Blog every day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/7. I'm afraid the downward trend will continue next week with my complete lack of exercise and slipping up slightly in the food section.  Not to be helped.  It will be arrested in the fourth week, never fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight = 88.4kg as of Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. Weeks run Sunday to Saturday e.g. this blog post reports on 23rd to 29th August.  Weekly weigh ins occur on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5282138331469558579?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5282138331469558579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5282138331469558579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5282138331469558579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5282138331469558579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-2.html' title='Week #2'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5261186139493357686</id><published>2009-09-03T01:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:17:32.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With My Spoon in the Tiramisu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I know that I shouldn't use food to relieve stress/ boredom/ treat myself but I've just had the most heavy, laden down with work few days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a full time job at a peacebuilding/ conflict resolution charity and when I'm not at work, I do work for two other human rights organisations for which everyone involved works for free.  In around this, I try to go to the gym/ take singing lessons/ spend time with friends/ speak to and visit my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned from my bank holiday weekend on Monday night at 9.30pm into London, after having spent the whole train journey working on one thing after another.  After I returned home and unpacked, I had a skype conversation with the director of one of the human rights organisations for which I work for free.  We have a project proposal for funding due in on Monday and I was asked to work on a draft.  We spoke about the project until about 2am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 7am on Tuesday morning so I could get into work early.  A full day of work later (and work is mental at the moment - like all charities we're overworked and understaffed.  We've got so much going on at the moment!), I had an evening meeting for the other human rights organisation for which I work for free.  I returned home at 10pm (having spoken with my parents on the bus home) and started work on the proposal for the other organisation.  Going to bed last night at 3am and woke up at 7am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7am start this morning was followed by going early to work, being at my desk or in my manager's office the whole day (apart from a 10 minute fire alarm at 3pm during which time I managed to grab some lunch - while standing outside with my colleagues and getting our names ticked off the list).  I then had a 7pm meeting for the other human rights organisation to continue planning a conference we're organising in October.  The meeting finished at 10pm and it was 11pm by the time I got home (having spoken with my parents on the train).  Two minute chat with my housemate and then straight to computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've now finished by proposal - yey!  Let's just wait and see the comments and changes that need to be made.  I predict that there's still a lot more that I'll be asked to do before the Monday deadline!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in the meantime, although I got given dinner at the meeting, after returning home, I've eaten two bagels with cheese and just now, I've finished off a gu chocolate and mascarpone tiramisu.  The worst is that as soon as I placed the first spoonful in my mouth, I remembered that I don't actually like cofee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really going to try to go to the gym tomorrow after work.  I have someone coming over to my place to induct me into the mysterious ways of our organisational website (this is the organisation for which I was doing the proposal).  I really hope that, between the website training and any changes that I need to make, I won't get stuck at home working instead of at the gym running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear....  Random eating and no time spent at the gym.  Why do I predict that the weighing machine will not be kind come this Sunday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't take this as a complaining blog post.  I love my life and I find great passion and meaning in what I do, which is why I work for two organisations voluntarily in addition to my job and why I've been working 17 hour days for the past 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.30am bed time beckons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5261186139493357686?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5261186139493357686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5261186139493357686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5261186139493357686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5261186139493357686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-my-spoon-in-tiramisu.html' title='With My Spoon in the Tiramisu'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-135171605071057215</id><published>2009-09-02T00:59:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:27:35.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a new weighing machine, courtesy of my lovely mother and her eye for a bargain!  It gives you your weight and tons of other numbers - BMI, body fat, body fat percentage and water percentage (who knew the percentage of water you have in your body is important?).  My plan is to weigh myself once a week (probably more than that truth be told) and do a full set of measurements at the start of every month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st September looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 88.2 kg aka 194 lb aka 13 st 12lb - yey!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 70kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only am I under my goal of 90kg by 1st September but I also seem to have crept under the 14st mark without paying attention.  I love measuring my weight using three different systems - it means that in the past week I've broken down the 200lb barrier, gone under 90kg and within 14 st.  A girl needs some signs to give her hope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BMI: 31.6 - eek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 18 - 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you don't need me to tell you that I am officially obese.  However, I take heart in the fact that at the beginning of the year, this figure would be about 36 i.e. severely obese.  I guess moving down from severely obese to just plain obese is what I count as progress.  Can't wait to be just 'overweight'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body fat: 31.9kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = depends on the total weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 31.9kg of my body that is just pure fat.  I can just imagine all the rolls of fat smothering my internal organs as I type this.  I have no idea what it was this time last year but I know that it was worse, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body fat percentage: 36.1%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 14 - 31%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over 1/3 fat.  Not much more I can really say about that except see how near 36% is to 31%!  Yes, I know I'm slightly delusional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water percentage: 46.6%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy = 50 - 55%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the measurements, I was the most confident of this one.  I knew that I wouldn't be in the 'healthy' range for the weight or the fat but I drink tons of water.  I usually have 2 pints of liquidised fruit every day as well as countless pints of water.  I'm closer to the 'right' body fat percentage than I am to the water percentage.  How weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm 36.1% fat and 46.6% water, I guess the remaining 17.3 is pure muscle...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another 2am bedtime for me I'm afraid. Today's been work, finish work and go to an evening meeting, finish evening meeting and go to the supermarket, come home and start work again, I'm afraid.  More of the same tomorrow.  No gym (I miss running - &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; thought I'd think that!) but I'm glad I carved out some minutes to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I just realised that I am now at my just before university weight.  I feel helluva sexy right now but I sure didn't then.  Strange how much different it feels on the way down than on the way up.  Remembering how I felt about my weight back then and given that I'm feeling so good now, I can't wait to get right down to my weight at age 16 (another 10kg to go).  I'm sure London will see a lot of hair flicking and meaningful glances at that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-135171605071057215?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/135171605071057215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=135171605071057215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/135171605071057215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/135171605071057215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-september-2009.html' title='1st September 2009'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6823650732538663546</id><published>2009-09-01T00:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:24:26.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh!  I'm looking forward to the week ahead and there's so many things to do for all the different areas of my life.  No time to blog right now.  I predict that I will be struggling to fit in time to exercise/ shop for healthy food/ sleep properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No exercise but the weekend went okay food wise.  I think I just have to be in the mindset that my food intake will be a bit more relaxed whenever I go home and just block out those days beforehand so I don't feel bad in retrospect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot to blog about this weekend: my new weighing machine, being asked out on a date (still don't know whether to accept or postpone until I look a bit better), my new digital radio which I predict will revolutionise my life (or at least my waking up with its alarm)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully tomorrow I'll have more time to write but it's almost 1am now and it's time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6823650732538663546?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6823650732538663546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6823650732538663546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6823650732538663546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6823650732538663546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/09/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed!'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8809047578306917257</id><published>2009-08-29T01:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:04:14.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been going really well for me and I seem to be reaching one milestone after another - &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/size-16.html"&gt;size 16&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/balance-imbalance.html"&gt;199lb,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-pair-of-almost-fitting-trousers.html"&gt;measurement trousers fitting&lt;/a&gt;, plus I did 4 miles or 6.5km (!) on the treadmill yesterday - 30 minutes running and 4 minutes walking.  I'm just petrifed that it's all going to go hideously wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at home again this weekend.  From a weight loss point of view, it's not good for me to visit my parents at the moment.  I love seeing them but I get overwhelmed by all the food that is lying around the house.  Already today, I arrived two hours ago and I've had cheese (completely unnecessary - it was just before dinner) as well as dinner including crisps with my dinner (not eaten crisps in weeks).  Argh!  I'm never going to get to below 90kg by Tuesday (1st Sept) at this rate - and I have just about 0.5kg to go!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to be strong and not sabotage myself.  If I can just hold out for a few more months, my eating patterns will be consolidated into healthy ones (fingers crossed), my exercise will become mainstream in my life and I will be able to ease up a bit because I'm not trying to lose a ridiculous amount of weight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive thinking people, positive thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8809047578306917257?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8809047578306917257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8809047578306917257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8809047578306917257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8809047578306917257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1620722186957476872</id><published>2009-08-27T11:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:28:49.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another pair of (almost) fitting trousers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, the &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/size-16.html"&gt;gray formal trousers&lt;/a&gt; I bought almost two weeks ago now fit!  I tried them on the &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-reflections-on-trousers.html"&gt;same time last week&lt;/a&gt; (Thursday morning before work) and I couldn't do up the top button, the zip or the 4 clasps that run from the button to the zip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I thought, '&lt;i&gt;Well, I know that I've lost weight recently (&lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/balance-imbalance.html"&gt;199lb&lt;/a&gt; baby!).  Let me just see if there has been any improvement&lt;/i&gt;' completely expecting just the gaping hole at the top to be just a little bit closer.  Stepped into them, pulled them up, and now, if I hold my breath and pull a little, the top button closes, the zip zips up and the clasps fit into the clasp fitting things.  Yes, there's a bulge of flesh just above them but I can wear them as long as I wear a loose fitting top.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until I can wear them with tight tops because there is no fat spilling over the top or even, (gasp!), until they're loose on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1620722186957476872?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1620722186957476872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1620722186957476872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1620722186957476872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1620722186957476872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-pair-of-almost-fitting-trousers.html' title='Another pair of (almost) fitting trousers'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4571217593735347411</id><published>2009-08-27T00:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:49:53.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>So important &lt;div&gt;- there's a reason why I'm now blogging every day even though I know that no one is reading apart from me; it keeps it in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- photo of a bowl of fruit as my background on my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- always carry a gym bag with me to work even when I don't plan to go; just in case something happens and I have time for a quick workout and to remember to exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- reading my favourite blogs every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- having a list of blogs on my phone that I can quickly access when I have a spare moment, when waiting for a friend, in the queue for the toilets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4571217593735347411?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4571217593735347411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4571217593735347411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4571217593735347411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4571217593735347411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-906421884902668052</id><published>2009-08-27T00:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:48:42.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today ended up more or less allright in the end.  No gym but that's okay; I don't need to go every day!  I had my usual fruit for brekkie and salad for lunch.  On Tuesday, I went to the supermarket and bought a big bowl of salad, some cheese, a box of olives and 4 bagels and yesterday and today, I've had the most scrumptious meal of mixed salad with cheese and olives with baby tomatoes and mange tout on the side and a toasted bagel.  Yummy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a colleague's leaving party today and I even managed to avoid the drinks and the cake in the afternoon - and there were even little brownie bites!  I just kept reminding myself that I hit 199 yesterday (!), that I have a week to lose just over another pound to break past the 90kg barrier and really, eating brownie bites is not the way forward.  I want to be 89kg &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; more than I want chocolate right now.  Mind you, even though I know that I really want to lose weight more all the time, I've not always resisted by a long shot.  There's a difference between vague aspirations of 'losing weight' and thinking right now the numbers on my machine matter more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell down a little in the pub after work.  My colleague's manager was running a tab for us and there's always so much pressure to drink in the pub after work.  It's really a bane of British socialising that even when you really don't want a drink, you feel compelled to go ahead and order alcohol.  Anyway, if I'd been at the bar by myself, I would have just had water or spiced tomato juice, but half my office was there and everyone was ordering gin and tonics or pints.  I wish I'd held out (and to be fair, I almost always do) but tonight I ordered a gin and tonic.  Never mind.  Nothing lost.  With my two glasses of red wine yesterday, that makes three alcoholic drinks this week.  I have a self imposed limit of 4 so I have one drink left for the next 3 days.  Totally achievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the pub early to meet some friends for dinner.  We went to this Spanish restaurant and ordered tapas and paella.  The tapas was good and we had just served up about 1/2 the paella when I notice a mouse running across the room in the corner.  And another.  Cue getting the waiter and manager over and proceeding to talk about the mice for the next 15 minutes.  We might have been okay before but we definitely didn't feel like eating anything else after talking about and watching the mice for so long.  We weren't charged for the meal and left just a tip for the waiter.  I even resisted temptation at the dessert place we went to afterwards while my girls ordered wine and this gorgeous berry cake (yes I had some berries and the teeniest tiniest piece for taste).  At home now I've had a few cashew nuts and raisins and I'm ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should thank the mice really.  If it weren't for them, I would have eaten much more of the paella than the 4 tablespoons I got through before spotting them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-906421884902668052?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/906421884902668052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=906421884902668052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/906421884902668052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/906421884902668052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With a Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1110618089529223131</id><published>2009-08-25T23:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:39:57.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance Imbalance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the weighing machine at my gym has issues.  It gives me a different reading every time I go on it and I never know which one to take.  Do I take the highest?  The lowest?  For the last couple of times, I've ended up stepping on it five times and averaging out.  With that in mind, and with a huge disclaimer that this a) may not be true and b) may not last, I'd like to announce (drumroll please) that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, according to readings taken two hours ago, was 90.5kg, 91.2kg, 88.9kg, 90.6kg and 90kg.  This averages to 90.24kg with a mean of 90.5kg (see all that maths, does come in handy!).  You know what that means, don't you boys and girls...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90.5kg = 14.2513 stones or 14 st 3.5 lb= 199.518 lb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm probably a bit less than this actually as I always wear my trainers to weigh in.  The way I see it, I don't care really about 1kg here or there, especially when the extra is always there.  I just want to see the numbers going down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was focusing all my hopes on trying to get under 90kg by 1st September that this completely caught me unawares - and it's a big one!  No longer do I weigh 200+ lb.  I'm in the 100 zone now, with all the 'normal' people.  Mind you, I'm still a way off being a 'normal' weight but this is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only now just sinking in but nevertheless, I was on a bit of a high afterwards.  I'd been out for a drink with a friend who I'd not seen for a while.  Two glasses of red wine later and a bit tipsy after drinking alcohol hours after lunch and eating nothing in the meantime, I caught the bus to the gym.  Weighing in, cross trainer, treadmill.  All was normal; better than normal really.  I managed 35 mins on the cross trainer burning 500 calories.  I then proceeded to go on the treadmill and after 2 mins walking at 6.5kmph, started running.  I ran a minute at 10kmph, at 10.5kmph, at 11kmph and at 11.5kmph.  I was then going to run 2 mins at 12kmph before going back down to 10kmph to give a grand total of 10 mins run before walking for a bit and then doing it again.  The 8 min mark (after 2 mins at 12kmph) came.  I thought, '&lt;i&gt;I can keep on running for one more minute&lt;/i&gt;.'  I then kept on thinking this at each minute mark until I had run &lt;b&gt;10 mins at 12kmph&lt;/b&gt;!  Now, that may seem a normal speed but for me, to run at 7.5mph is bloody fast.  I can't believe I kept it up for so long.  Not only that, but then I started running at 11.5kmph and 6 mins later, only stopped because I was told that it was time for the gym to start closing.  I felt I could have gone on for another fair while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I wonder why I managed to do it.  Was it because it was just a good night?  The weight loss spurring me on?  Or because I was a bit tipsy?  It's a bit depressing if it was the last one.  I don't particularly want to have to drink wine every time before I go on the treadmill!  It's good though, even if it is.  I now know what I'm able to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel amazing now - because of the breakthrough of the glass floor to onederland (yes, I had to mention type the word really, didn't I?) and the running.  I even went for a 30 min walk at lunchtime (of course it started raining halfway through).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so close to under 90kg that I can actually taste it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of gym.  Lots of walking.  Lots of fruit and veg.  Lots of water.  Healthy eating.  Exercise.  This time next week, I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1110618089529223131?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1110618089529223131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1110618089529223131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1110618089529223131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1110618089529223131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/balance-imbalance.html' title='Balance Imbalance'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6180991953727633746</id><published>2009-08-25T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:36:36.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Asleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a 7pm meeting tonight, arrived home, talked briefly to my housemates about house matters (i.e. having to hassle our landlord to fix things), checked email and did some research that had just come up.  I'm completely shattered and can't blog coherently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of fruit and vegetables today - for breakfast, lunch and snacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person who was hosting the meeting in the evening had ordered pizzas.  I had two small slices plus lots of grapes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was still hungry so I stopped off at a Turkish bakery that was still open and bought 2 pieces of potato and spinach filled bread - only finished about 2/3 though&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've just finished a Cadbury's fruit and nut chocolate bar - 240 calories of bliss..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still within my calorie limit for the day (just)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I meant to eat a quick lunch and go for a walk but I ended up being so caught up in work that I didn't take a break until almost 3pm and really, at that time, who can really take a whole hour without completely taking the piss?  It would be almost time to go home by the time I came back from my walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for bed.  Sweet dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6180991953727633746?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6180991953727633746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6180991953727633746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6180991953727633746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6180991953727633746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-asleep.html' title='Falling Asleep...'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-3072540119410993656</id><published>2009-08-24T00:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:28:50.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a mammoth workout in the gym today.  As I walked in, a Body Balance class was starting and I got talked into doing it by the gym receptionist.  Bloody hell, it's hard.  I know it's a mixture of yoga and tai chi and as such is supposed to be very zen but think I find that harder than I would find cycling for an hour.  It just goes to show that pure cardio such as running on the treadmill doesn't address everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Body Balance, I went on the cross trainer for 35 minutes.  I then approached the treadmill with trepidation.  It's been a month since I ran more than a few minutes and today was going to be the day.  5 mins walk was followed by 9 mins of running, building up from 10kmph to 12 kmph and then back down again.  I then alternated 9 mins of running at 10kmph/ 10.5kmph with 2 mins of walking twice before doing a 3 min stint when I ran for 12 kmph.  I ran for 30 mins today and although it was done with walking pauses, I feel so good for having done it.  I even managed to do some weights before leaving the gym.  The plan is now to shorten the gaps and increase the speed - it would be so nice to be able to run at 11kmph for 30 min flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-3072540119410993656?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/3072540119410993656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=3072540119410993656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3072540119410993656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3072540119410993656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-614966880624341920</id><published>2009-08-24T00:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:31:51.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the end of the first week of play, progress on the &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-habits-of-highly-effective-people.html"&gt;7 things I wanted to do&lt;/a&gt; is as follows:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Walk for 1/2 an hour three times a week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gym 4 times a week.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If the week is Sun-Sat, I went once&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Three alcoholic drinks a week max. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 7 hours sleep a night. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fruit for breakfast and at least one salad. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. &lt;/i&gt;Unlimited fruit and vegetables. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Blog every day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6/7.  Very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight = 91.5kg (loss of 1.5 kg in 12 days and also 201.7 lb - tantalisingly close to 200lb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-614966880624341920?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/614966880624341920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=614966880624341920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/614966880624341920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/614966880624341920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-1.html' title='Week #1'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8850094824382201606</id><published>2009-08-23T02:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:25:19.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last... The Time in the Gym has Arrived (to the tune of Etta James's "At Last")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today was such a wonderful day - fitness wise and also because I spent the whole day hanging out with some of my closest friends.  Apart from a quick rush home to drop off my gym clothes and change my shoes, the whole day was spent with other people.  Most excitingly of all, I finally went to the gym!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lovely lie in this morning - spent a couple of hours falling in and out of sleep with the sunlight streaming in through the windows onto my bed.  I got ready for the gym and had breakfast with my housemate.  She had cereal and I had cherries, plums and raspberries run through the blender.  Liquidising fruit is such an easy, lazy breakfast who find de-seeding cherries okay but actually chewing too much effort! ;-)  We then both went to the gym together.  Sadly, we didn't have as much time as I would have liked before we were to meet our friend after her yoga class but I really went for it on the crosstrainer, did some weights and even ran for 10 minutes - the first time I've been running in about a month.  It was so good to sweat and really push my body.  The 630 calories burned wasn't bad either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to arrange more gym sessions with my ladies.  It really great to just smile across the room or meet in the changing rooms after class.  After the gym, the three of us went for lunch together.  We all really felt that we deserved the sandwich and salad that we ordered before strolling down the high street in search of birthday presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just come back from a friend's house.  She has just moved in and had invited a few of us for drinks and dinner.  The 4 of us who were there had such a great time.  We were there from 5.30pm until 1am.  I love just hanging out in my friend's houses or inviting them over and just talking for hours on end.  The food was a lot of salad with a few Ritz crackers and M&amp;amp;S chocolate rolls - so mostly healthy.  Plus I drank only 1 beer and 1 1/2 glasses of red wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I was so tempted to wear my new trousers aka the only trousers in my wardrobe that actually fit, that I took them from the clothes rack where they were drying after I washed them this morning and wore them.  I then realised wearing the same trousers 3 days in a row was ridiculous - especially when they were still wet.  I then changed back into the dress that I had been wearing before.  I think I need to buy some more trousers before I completely wear out the only pair I own that don't fall down to my ankles without a very tight belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today = sleeping in the sunshine + gym (including running!) + walking around with friends + talking for hours + dancing around to songs from our teenage years + salad and chocolate = good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will go to the gym, eat healthily, shop for the week and watch &lt;a href="http://www.shakespeares-globe.org/theatre/annualtheatreseason/romeojuliet/"&gt;Rome and Juliet at the Globe Theatre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8850094824382201606?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8850094824382201606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8850094824382201606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8850094824382201606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8850094824382201606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/gym-at-last.html' title='At Last... The Time in the Gym has Arrived (to the tune of Etta James&apos;s &quot;At Last&quot;)'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-3769337429267921199</id><published>2009-08-22T01:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:50:31.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wasn't as miraculous a day as yesterday but still pretty damn good.  I woke up early and washed my hair, slipped on my &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/fit.html"&gt;new favourite combat trousers &lt;/a&gt;(yes, I had to wear them two days in a row), my new killer heels and a dress that is tight across the bust with a deep vee neck (under which I wore a strappy black top - I was going to work after all!) but then skims the rest of the body.  It's like one of the dresses they wore in &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2008/06/02/pride_n_prejudice300_080602040355970_wideweb__300x457.jpg"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; days.  Sadly no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hasKmDr1yrA"&gt;Mr. Darcy or Colin Firth&lt;/a&gt; crossed my path today but I definitely had fun striding around London and my office in my sexy outfit and sexier shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, plums and strawberries for breakie, went for Thai food with colleagues for lunch and had an orange, a plum and some berries for a snack in the afternoon.  I went out with friends from work in the evening - only one gin and tonic and 3 pieces of pitta bread with houmous/ guacamole - result!   After I came home I had half a bowl of last night's &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-glorious-food.html"&gt;pulao, yoghurt and chutney&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plus&lt;/i&gt;, I had bought some chocolate biscuits (digestives, chocolate chip cookies and jaffa cakes if you must know) for a colleague's leaving party.  For about 1/2 hour this afternoon, I passed around chocolate biscuits to everyone at work who had come to our floor.  How many did I eat? None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy day I think.  I now have the whole weekend stretching before (and not so late a night tonight that I can't make the utmost use of it!).  A couple of my friends are going to the gym tomorrow - my plan is to do a full workout in the morning and then go with them for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for smugness.  The minute I pressed publish on this post, I went to the fridge.  I was just now so close to indulging in one of the Gu treats my friend brought over for us for dessert last night (that we never managed to get around to because we were so full with everything else).  I had taken it out of the fridge, opened the lid and was dreaming of its chocolate and mascarpone tiramisu deliciousness when suddenly I thought, '&lt;i&gt;W&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hat if it's not as good as it should be to warrant savouring at 1.45am on a Friday night?  I'll have wasted a precious 289 calories&lt;/i&gt;.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did I do?  I re-covered the top, put it back in the fridge and stepped away.  I'm so proud of myself.  It was such a close run thing that I still have the tiny spoon with which I was going to eat the damn thing next to me on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower and sleep - before I get into any more trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-3769337429267921199?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/3769337429267921199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=3769337429267921199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3769337429267921199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3769337429267921199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/joy-continues.html' title='The Joy Continues'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5885107447496760282</id><published>2009-08-20T23:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:49:21.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Glorious Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three posts in one day - definitely a record for me as I'm doing pretty well if I manage 3 posts a fortnight.  I took photos of every meal I ate today and felt I had to share.  It started with the prettiness of my breakfast and just continued from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYC-gxI43F4/So3LiaspTOI/AAAAAAAAABI/rryPYz17law/s200/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372173722665438434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For breakfast I had two plums, some blackberries, some blueberries, some raspberries, 3 strawberries and a few pomegranate seeds sprinkled.  You can see the plums in the bottom of the bowl, the blueberries, pomegranate, blackberries, raspberries and strawberries on top.  Doesn't it look so nice, especially in the morning light?  I absolutely love the mixture of colours and the taste is so yum as well.  How can you not have a good day if it starts like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYC-gxI43F4/So3Mg4Lr6bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDL7dXKYkDc/s200/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372174795732150706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had invited a friend over for dinner and one of the dishes I was planning on preparing was my grandmother's pomegranate and green gram salad.  I spent last night cutting the vegetables for all the dishes I was planning on making with the idea I would take the salad stuff for lunch today.  I teamed it with a couple of vine tomatoes and a few olives.  It's the chillies in the salad that really gives it the kick.  This was sooooo good!  I was really full after I'd gotten through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYC-gxI43F4/So3NM_aRPkI/AAAAAAAAABY/pdHOTvxFWPA/s200/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372175553586609730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a banana for a snack mid morning and a tiny piece of Brie on my way home in the afternoon.  No pictures of them I'm afraid but I think you can quite easily imagine how a banana and a piece of Brie looks (and really it was the size of the the distance between the top of and the first joint of my thumb I promise!).  I know I said I was full after lunch but after 40 minutes digesting my lunch, I was ready for something sweet. Enter the cherries.  One of them went to my manager and the rest were for me.  They were so lovely and sweet that I gobbled them up in about 10 minutes flat and didn't feel at all guilty afterwards.  A mere 120 calories my friends, a mere 120 calories...  Not bad I think to be able to keep hunger locked up until dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYC-gxI43F4/So3Pb98z0WI/AAAAAAAAABg/n7x_zYEQQWQ/s200/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372178009915904354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was mammoth.  I had a good friend who has lived around the corner for almost a year over for the first time.  I'm not very confident about my cooking.   Although it always turns out well, I'm always wary until it's been certified as good.  I made tomato soup, pomegranate and green gram salad and pulao with yoghurt and tomato chutney.  My housemate made a green salad as well.  For the crowning glory, mango lassi.  Oh, and I had half a glass of white wine.  It was so amazing and filling and, best of all, so healthy.  I wish I'd taken photos of the '&lt;i&gt;best lassi I've ever had&lt;/i&gt;' (my housemate) and my wonderful soup.  I don't think the photo does my beautiful dinner justice at all - I'm not being big headed, I'm just amazed that I managed to cook really decent food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend had brought over some amazing &lt;a href="http://www.gupuds.com/"&gt;Gu dessert&lt;/a&gt; but we were so full that all 3 of us collapsed - the 2 of them were lying on our sofas and I laid down my other housemate's sleeping bag on the floor.  We just lay there clutching our stomachs, drinking jasmine tea and talking for a good 40 minutes.  No room for dessert at all.  I now have Gu loveliness in my fridge.  Don't worry, I'm out tomorrow night and I'll take it to a friend's house on Saturday for 'disposal' - i.e. anything that doesn't involve me eating 8 chocolate tarts in one go!  I don't have a photo but please imagine chocolate and lemon tarts stacked up in the fridge - unopened.  How great is that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I ended up eating so healthily today (although the perfectionist in me is saying, '&lt;i&gt;hmmm... where was the protein&lt;/i&gt;?'  Perfectionist, shhh!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what happens when I take the time to cook at home! ;-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day should be like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5885107447496760282?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5885107447496760282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5885107447496760282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5885107447496760282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5885107447496760282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food Glorious Food!'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EYC-gxI43F4/So3LiaspTOI/AAAAAAAAABI/rryPYz17law/s72-c/IMG_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8423541595017474945</id><published>2009-08-20T22:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:15:03.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Reflections on Trousers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was such a wonderful day.  I woke up and was able to wear size 16 trousers that properly fit for the first time in about 2 1/2 years.  Do you know what my first reaction to this was?  It was, 'I have to blog about this.'  So I switched on my laptop, logged in and typed a few quick words before I went to work in the morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It put me in such a good mood for the rest of the day.  I can't emphasise enough how lovely it was to wear trousers that fit properly instead of having to hitch them up constantly throughout the day even though there's a belt tightly wrapped that has gathers to get rid of the excess material.  I think it's also good not to wear loose clothes - there's probably a sense of complacency about it all: 'Look how much weight I've lost' rather than 'I can't wait until these trousers are loose.'  And I really can not wait until these trousers are loose so that I can remember how I felt on this day and know that I've made progress even from here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now I tried on the gray formal pair that I bought on Saturday - in the same size but the top button doesn't even do up let alone the zip.  I found out why.  It's because it has a dropped waist so the 'waist' is really where my hips are.  The place I carry most of my weight is my hips and then my lower stomach.  So no wonder they don't fit yet.  They're such good measurement trousers though - I can't wait until I can fit into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite hoping that the reason was because they're accidentally mislabelled and are actually a size 14 though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8423541595017474945?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8423541595017474945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8423541595017474945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8423541595017474945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8423541595017474945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-reflections-on-trousers.html' title='More Reflections on Trousers'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6066962144086930604</id><published>2009-08-20T08:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:21:08.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know the &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/size-16.html"&gt;combat trousers I bought last weekend &lt;/a&gt;i.e. 5 days ago which were just a bit too tight?  They do up perfectly now.  I don't know what I've been doing the past few days or, whether I didn't do them up properly on Saturday but I did have to hold my breath and do up the button.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I've worn a pair of trousers that fit (all mine are 1-2 sizes too big for me and keep on falling down) - I don't even need to cinch in all the excess material with a belt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess I have made progress over the past couple of days, even though it seemed as if I didn't.  I'm just too much of a damned perfectionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6066962144086930604?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6066962144086930604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6066962144086930604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6066962144086930604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6066962144086930604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/fit.html' title='Fit!'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1980293226170250533</id><published>2009-08-19T23:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:59:54.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent 1/2 hour walking and 1/2 hour food shopping today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food today:&lt;div&gt;- blackberries, blueberries, grapes, strawberries and 2 plums for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- salad with chunks of brie, olives and vine tomatoes with a cheese roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- blackberry, raspberry, blueberry, grape and plum smoothie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 green tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 cinammon and raisin bagel with a tiny bit of Philadelphia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 cinammon and raisin bagel with margarine and pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 cheese roll with a tiny bit of Philadelphia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if this is good or not, whether it is progress or not.  I've eaten a lot of carbohydrates in the past couple of hours but I had fruit for breakfast and snacks and salad for lunch.  I just ate over 1, 000 calories.  Argh!  I was doing so well and then I had to go and ruin it all with damn bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so fed up.  I don't want to do this anymore.  I've had enough of being fat and enough of people treating me differently.  I can't pretend that I don't get a bit thrilled every time someone checks me out in the street but I always think 2 things: 1) would they have done so before I lost 10kg? and 2) are they checking me out or are they laughing at me?  Someone guessed me as being a year older than I actually am today - not a problem in and of itself, except she under-guessed everyone else.  Is my fat making me look older?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I can be bothered.  Surely, trying really isn't working so well at the moment.  What's the point?  I should just give in and surround myself with tubs of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of the tears and the self pity.  I'm going to bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1980293226170250533?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1980293226170250533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1980293226170250533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1980293226170250533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1980293226170250533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/progress.html' title='Progress?'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6794665150920877377</id><published>2009-08-18T23:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:45:10.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Treading Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've not been to the gym for about a week now, before which it was 3 weeks.  The 3 weeks were because I was on a course that finished every night at 9.15pm - which meant I could only get to the gym after it closed.  I was exhausted after the course ended but I have no such excuse for the past few days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Monday: I was on my way to the gym but ended up on a non stop train.  By the time I had got off the train at the end, waited until the next train back, it was about 8pm.  I could have gone to the gym but I was so fed up for having wasted an hour and so tired from a night of sleep interrupted by an idiot arguing with his girlfriend outside my window that I just wanted to go home, get to know my new housemate (moved in Sunday!) and just relax.  On the plus side, I went food shopping at lunchtime and got absolutely delicious food - and also walked 1/2 hour to and from the supermarket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tuesday: leaving drinks for a colleague who's leaving to go and work in Congo followed by dinner with friends (one of whom is also leaving London).  I had a great night but no gym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I'm meeting a friend for coffee after work &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; I'm going to leave after an hour or so to make it in time for a good workout.  I keep trying to tell myself that I don't need to run 5k or spend 45 mins sweating on the bike but I think it's just been so long since I was at the gym that any level of intense physical activity scares me a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pear, a few grapes and a few raspberries with yoghurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an Innocent &lt;a href="http://www.innocentdrinks.co.uk/things_we_make/vegpots/chermoula/"&gt;spicy chermoula tagine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20g brie with 4 vine tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 of a brownie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sliver of almond cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steamed pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooked aubergine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a chickpea dish with other vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pieces of baklava &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as well as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a handful of Doritos and a couple of spoonfuls of Nutella when I got home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note the mistakes?  Saying that, the brownie and almond cake were quite tiny and the baklava isn't too bad.  Why, oh why, was I compelled to head for the Doritos and Nutella when I got home after having had dinner outside, I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving swishing around and striding purposefully in my new dresses and heels though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6794665150920877377?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6794665150920877377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6794665150920877377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6794665150920877377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6794665150920877377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/treading-water.html' title='Treading Water'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8494336499019650381</id><published>2009-08-18T00:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:46:10.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love, love, love fruit.  Since my office got a smoothie maker a few months ago, I've been sneaking downstairs to blend together whatever fruit I have at hand and hey presto, in a few short seconds, I have liquid fruit.  It's very good for mid afternoon peckishness - I tend to make 1 1/2 pints of fruit loveliness sometime between 4pm and 5pm.  I find that keeps me going until hometime and when I actually get home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a blender at home - ideal when I'm not really so hungry but feel I should eat something.  Today, I had blueberries, blackberries, pear and grapes in the afternoon and then blueberries and blackberries when I got home in the evening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, I did eat about 100g of cheese in between but even with that, eating wise, it's been a good day.  A pear with yoghurt and grapes for breakfast.  A lovely Innocent Mexican Sweet Potato Chilli for lunch.  Berry, pear and grape smoothie in the afternoon.  Cheddar and Brie cheeses and olives as snacks.  Another smoothie in the evening followed by aubergine and courgette couscous.  Now it's time for bed.  The plan is to hit the gym sometime tomorrow - I just need to get back &lt;a href="http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-zone.html"&gt;in the zone&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8494336499019650381?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8494336499019650381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8494336499019650381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8494336499019650381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8494336499019650381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/smoothies.html' title='Smoothies'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4569328437654598107</id><published>2009-08-16T21:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:43:52.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at home = weekend of trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, this weekend did not go according to plan.  I've realised something about myself - if something is in front of me/ easily accessible by me, I will eat it.  The trick is to make sure I don't put temptation in my path.  This is difficult to do if you're in someone else's kitchen.  Saying that, I did stop myself about once in every three times.  I guess that's progress... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm sitting on the train on the way back home with a stomach that's aching.  I've been snacking since lunch and so, although I've eaten quite a lot, I'm not full and still hungry for wholesome food.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind.  I'm returning to my territory now where I exercise absolute control over what is mine in the fridge at work and in the cupboards at home.  I had a long chat with my grandmother today where she told me about the preparations for my cousin's wedding later on this year - getting ready for that is my motivation.  Lunchtime tomorrow will be spent in shopping for fruit and vegetables.  After work - I'll be hitting the gym, trying to run/ cycle the last few weeks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calories consumed this weekend - &lt;i&gt;about a gazillion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit and vegetables eaten - &lt;i&gt;salad (along with pizza) last night and some liquidised blueberries, strawberries and banana yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise done - &lt;i&gt;does shopping count?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4569328437654598107?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4569328437654598107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4569328437654598107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4569328437654598107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4569328437654598107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/weened-at-home-weekend-of-trouble.html' title='Weekend at home = weekend of trouble'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-2064855351591653338</id><published>2009-08-15T19:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:19:45.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Size 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a good day.  I went shopping and bought bras, trousers, dresses and shoes - and for the first time in ages was pleased at the sizes at which I was buying my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the shops today, I was flicking through the sales racks and my eyes were automatically drawn to the size 16s and size 18s (I think this is US sizes 12 and 14 but I'm not sure).  I had to keep reminding myself to look one size down.  I picked up a few likely selections and took them into the changing rooms.  I so badly wanted them to be able to fit that I was actually a bit nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only issue about losing weight that bothers me is that it is going to necessitate my breasts shrinking.  I love my breasts the way they are.  I think the reason for this partly is that they're the only part of my body with which I'm completely happy.  I love being able to wear tight, low-cutting (but stomach skimming!) tops.  I suppose I hope that they'll draw the attention away from the rest of my body.  My bras have been getting a little loose in the cup lately and although I'm thrilled at the weight I have been losing, it's a little sad to run my fingers around the insides of my bras and see that there's space there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I found out today that I've only gone down one cup size - and in addition, I've also gone down a back size - whoppee!  Instead of being a 36GG (and, to be honest, the 36 was tight and the only reason it wasn't 38 was that a 36 gave my breasts more much needed support), I'm now a 34G (I think 34 back size is US 90 back size).  I'm ecstatic with the 34 and hey, a G cup is still pretty big.  I'll take that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dresses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always worn a size 14 (US size 10?) top.  When I was 79kg, I would buy size 14 and when I was 100kg, I would buy size 14.  They always fit - mostly because I don't wear shirts and as I have a big chest, it doesn't really matter if tops stretch a little over that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first time I was trying on dresses in size 14 and yes, they were summery dresses made of a stretchy material but they fit!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trousers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trousers were a different matter.  Although all my 18s are too loose for me, I'm just a tad too big to fit comfortably in 16s.  Nevertheless, I was determined to buy size 16 trousers today.  I think it's better to have too tight trousers so you can remember that you need to lose weight rather than wearing trousers that are swimming and only stay on your body when you cinch them in with a belt.  Seriously, I've been wearing jeans lately that if I wasn't wearing a belt would fall past my hips and end up around my knees!  Not a good look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought two pairs of trousers - a comfy drawstring pair and a formal gray pair.  The drawstrings are just a bit tight but the gray trousers I can't even do up properly.  Never mind, they are my new goal trousers - they're really only suitable for winter (not that the summer has been full of warmth and sunshine here).  Fingers crossed they'll actually be a bit loose and comfortable once the weather gets cold enough to wear them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No weight loss news connected with my new shoes - I've bought two pairs and I absolutely love them.  Both of them are really different from the shoes I have know but I love the colours (one is a metallic dark blue and the other is black with gold studs) and the heels.  I feel so tall in them but yet, they're both so comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was in the pit of despair because I had to buy size 16 trousers.  Now, I'm over the moon.  I went shopping today and bought two size 14 (!) dresses and two size 16 trousers - the first time I've bought  size 16 trousers for 4 years.  I've never bought a size 14 dress in my life (mostly because back when I could do so, I didn't really wear dresses).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-2064855351591653338?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/2064855351591653338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=2064855351591653338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2064855351591653338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/2064855351591653338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/size-16.html' title='Size 16'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5042352022546680796</id><published>2009-08-14T18:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:12:46.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Weightloss (to be proved)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Walk for at least 1/2 an hour at least three times a week - make use of lunch hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Go to the gym at least 4 days a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Three alcoholic drinks maximum a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) 7 hours sleep (or more) every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) At least one meal of salad a day as well as fruit for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Unlimited fruit and vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Blog every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how that works for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5042352022546680796?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5042352022546680796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5042352022546680796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5042352022546680796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5042352022546680796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-habits-of-highly-effective-people.html' title='The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Weightloss (to be proved)'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-8401061491640043000</id><published>2009-08-14T17:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:02:37.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inactivity masking progress (both forwards and backwards)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the most irregular blog in the world.  I only seem able to post a couple of times once every couple of months before yet another hiatus.  Does anyone notice a pattern?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This losing weight thing is a complete nightmare.  I returned from my month away in May to find that I had gained a couple of kg to take me back up to 95kg.  I then did so well for weeks, got down to 91kg (9 pounds lost) and then a good friend whom I hadn't seen for a year came to stay and I had an intensive music workshop.  Weeks of classes every day after work for 3 hours plus practice when I got home led to some very bad eating and non exercising habits.  I went to the gym for the first time in about three weeks a few days ago - 92.9kg (4 pound gain).  Argh!  I'm so frustrated that I was thinking of giving up.  I obviously cannot do this.  I simply don't have the force of will required to force myself to run, bike and generally move about neither is the sensible part of my brain able to exercise any form of control over what I put into my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I'm trying to break habits that have built up over the past 15 years.  I should not expect it to happen in a matter of months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; going in a generally downward direction.  Every 1 kg lost is followed by half of it regained - I'm literally going two steps forward and one step back.  I've lost 7-10 kg (15-22 pounds/ between 1-1 1/2 stone overall).  For seven months, that's nothing but it's so much better than gaining over a stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I'm still eating relatively healthily - much better than I was this time last year without a doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) When I &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; in the zone, it was so good to be able to run miles at a time without stopping, to be able to push myself in the gym, to bike for 45 minutes, to run for the bus and be the quickest one and to be able to see my friends' faces when they saw me after a year away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm still going for the wedding of my cousin-the-could-be model in a few months' time. We've always been compared with each other.  I'm fat but clever.  She's less good about passing exams but thin and beautiful and now, about to be married.  I've not seen her for at least 3 years.  I &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; look like this when we next meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I know I can get it back.  I've been here before.  This is not as bad as the end of May when I'd spent the whole month being completely sedentary but eating 3 big meals plus 2 cake/ biscuit breaks a day.  Then, it was hard getting back into it.  Now, my breakfasts have still been good.  Lunch is okay 50% of the time.  Dinner and snacks is less so but this is because I've had to grab anything possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about priorities.  For the past 4 weeks, I've been prioritising seeing friends whom I've not seen for a year.  I've been prioritising singing.  I have not been prioritising losing weight.  I thought I could carry on my life in a way close to normal.  I can't do it that way.  I'm an all or nothing type of person - I either spend 3 hours in the gym after work every day or I do nothing.  I can't do that anymore.  I need to focus on what's important for me right now, recalibrate the part of my brain that deals with food and exercise so that when I reach my target weight I can ease up a little but not too much!  If I spend weeks when all I do is work and gym, then I'm going to break, start fixating on food (because I'm doing nothing else that distracts me from it), go for weeks where there's no exercise and regain the lost weight.  I need to find a way to exercise and also do other things by either not trying to go to the gym every day so I can find time for other things or by splitting my evenings between exercise and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the train going home for the weekend.  I will try my best to go to the gym my parents use, but if not, at least to go for a run on both Saturday and Sunday.  I will not take complete advantage of delicious home cooked food to scoff as much as I can handle.  The food will be there the next time I return.  The food will be waiting for me.  It's not my last chance.  &lt;b&gt;The food will not run out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I return, I shall be bringing back a week's worth of food with me - that's lunch.  Breakfast will be fruit and dinner salad (but interesting ones).  On Monday evening I shall go to the gym and buy food - lovely fruit, vegetables, tofu, paneer which I'll then use for breakfast, smoothies, cous cous salads, tofu salads, paneer salads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under 90kg before the end of August (3kg/ 6.38lb lost)?  Back on the wagon it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-8401061491640043000?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/8401061491640043000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=8401061491640043000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8401061491640043000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/8401061491640043000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/08/inactivity-masking-progress-both.html' title='Inactivity masking progress (both forwards and backwards)'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1015295127244996057</id><published>2009-06-02T23:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:01:34.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Also</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really want to weigh myself to get a starting weight for the next few weeks.  I know that I was 93kg at the start of May but have I gone up since then and how much?  I'm trying to do calculations of projected weight at the start of August and it's driving me a little crazy not knowing where to start.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else do the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if I lose weight at the rate of xkg per week, in y number of weeks, I'll weight this much&lt;/span&gt;' internal monologues with themselves?  Sad I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1015295127244996057?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1015295127244996057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1015295127244996057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1015295127244996057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1015295127244996057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/06/also.html' title='Also'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-3173363230864159090</id><published>2009-06-02T23:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:01:35.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two Tick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day two of my 8 week plan to get down to my weight of 10 years ago has gone quite well.  I feel like I'm slowly easing back into my healthy living routine after a month of just being able to eat whatever was available.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For breakfast I had the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 100g blueberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 100g raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 pear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all chopped up into a big bowl of fruit.  Mmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch I heated up some soup in the microwave - 186 calories, thank you very much.  I then resisted the alcohol temptation in the pub after work in favour of tomato juice but succumbed to the can't be arsed to cook so will stop by the bakery for dinner.  At least I managed to rein it in for just one cheese bagel - yum!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my gym dilemma of yesterday was resolved after I realised I had a doctor's appointment this morning before work and couldn't fit the gym in as well.  I didn't end up going after work either - my meeting finished at 8.30pm after which I went for a quick 45 minutes to the pub and then onto home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent the past 30 minutes making my dinner for tomorrow though.  The plan is to have fruit again for breakie, chop up some vegetables for a salad lunch and then eat my cooked dinner in between the work event tomorrow and meeting up with my friends afterwards - thereby being healthy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; saving money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I make it to the gym tomorrow before work?  I feel that the 6.30am starts are a trifle doomed given my general state of sleep deprivation.  I had 7 hours last night which gives me an average of 4.5 hours since the weekend.  How do other people manage to get early nights?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-3173363230864159090?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/3173363230864159090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=3173363230864159090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3173363230864159090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/3173363230864159090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-two-tick.html' title='Day Two Tick'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-1994987337472461522</id><published>2009-06-02T00:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:04:49.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Onwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back in London after one month away and it is weird to be back at work, in my house and on my bed.  I was planning on heading to the gym after work today but a combination of 3 hours of sleep on the flight to London and a 7 hour day at work meant that I was just way too knackered.  &lt;div&gt;Instead I went shopping and for £20.82 I bought:&lt;div&gt;- a bag of apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a bag of pears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 boxes of raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 box of blueberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 4 fairtrade bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 bag of satsumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 500g potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 red pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 4 courgettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 box of tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 pots of tomato and basil soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 pots of spinach and nutmeg soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 pot of yoghurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some soup and bread tonight for dinner but I cannot wait to eat tomorrow.  Fruit, I've missed you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to start back on my routine of fruit for breakfast, soup or salad for lunch, fruit for snacks and then a cooked dinner.  I suspect that I've got this the wrong way around and I should be having the filling meal at lunchtime and the soup/ salad for dinner - but that would involve cooking lunch the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've torn whether or not to go to the gym tomorrow before work.  I really want to start exercising after a whole month away and I'm worried that my meetings will finish too late for me to be able to get proper gym time but I'm sooooo tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just impatient to start this already - I want to go on an 8 week exercise and food plan.  Why 8 weeks?  It's my birthday in a couple of months time and I really, really want to be able to, on that day, get on the weighing machine and see exactly what I would have seen 10 years ago.  I started losing weight the autumn after my 16th birthday and I was so close to 'normal' weight before Christmas hit and I decided to 'take a break.'  84kg is quite a symbolic weight for me, in addition to which, it is also across the threshold into overweightdom and away from obesity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure whether it's possible but I'm most definitely going to try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-1994987337472461522?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/1994987337472461522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=1994987337472461522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1994987337472461522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/1994987337472461522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-and-onwards.html' title='Home and Onwards'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5498666157037172641</id><published>2009-05-25T18:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:02:32.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been 4 months since I've even looked at this blog.  There have been a lot of ups and downs in the meantime - since 18th January when I was 'In the Zone' (was I consciously referencing Britney there?):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continued on my eating healthily patterns plus, from the day after I published my last post, I actually (finally!) started going to the gym, partly because I said in my post that I would do so and I had visions of having to log back in and say that, yet again, I couldn't be bothered.  See, even when no-one else is reading, blogging still serves as a slap around the face in the right direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Brussels at the end of February - ooh not good.  I wasn't too bad while I was there, only giving into the craving for chocolate waffles 4 times (in 2 days) but considering that there's soooo good served from the vans they have on the street there (in London we have ice cream vans in the summer, in Brussels, they have waffle vans all year around) I think I did pretty well.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt;, I ate quite healthily apart from the mixture of pastry, chocolate and once ice cream &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;we spent the whole of the two days we were in Brussels wandering around the city.  By this, I don't mean meandering and stopping at cafes watching the world go by from the street but walking from one end of the city to the other and back again.  We usually started at 9am, walked until lunch and then again until we got back to our hostel around 11pm.  Sunday evening, different parts of our legs started to hurt - the heel of our feet, our thighs, our calves.  I felt very virtuous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had gotten out of the healthy eating habit with my indulgence in chocolate covered waffles, Belgian beer and pasta (nothing wrong with any of these, but I had been trying to avoid dessert, alcohol and pasta in favour of salad, soup, sandwiches and fruit) and had had a weekend away from the gym.  Regardless of the 13 hour days walking, the habit had been broken.  For a couple of weeks afterwards, I wallowed in lack of motivation to eat or exercise properly.  But I had never quite slid into the days of last year when I would have a Greggs pastie for breakfast and an entire tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys for dinner (I cringe that I used to have this much ice cream, sometimes after I had eaten pitta bread and houmous).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday 18th March (can still remember the date by looking at my calendar) one of our partners in the office told me in the kitchen at work (hopefully, fingers very tightly crossed, not overheard by a rather fit colleague who sits nearby), 'If you look like this being a vegetarian, imagine how much you would weigh if you ate meat.'  Now I know that in her culture (in mine too for that matter - I must talk about this in another post), commenting publicly about other peoples' weight is much more commonly accepted but I was so devastated that, although I had my gym things with me, I started thinking, 'What the hell is the point?'  I told myself that I didn't need to go to the gym but just to walk past it and see how I felt then.  So, after work I went to my singing class, caught the tube home, walked down the street of my gym and turned straight into the reception.  I felt so bad with what this woman had said earlier (by this time about 8 hours earlier) but this completely disappeared when I hopped onto the weighing machine at the gym in my workout clothes and saw that I had lost a kilogram and was 97kg.  My workout was fierce that night and led to my returning to the gym the next day to do a full gym session followed by salsaerobics and then gym visits twice that weekend as well (4 times between Wednesday and Sunday).  Jumpstart - I started eating healthily and going to the gym about 3-4 times every week (some weeks rather less, I must admit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt; over the 4 day Easter weekend did not derail me.  I was so conscious of what went wrong in Brussels that I was so worried about Paris - land of delicious food!  And chocolate!  And patisseries!  And cheese!  But when I got there, I kept looking at the delectable pastries and chocolates in the shop window and thinking, 'You'll be good but nowhere near worth it for me to lose the feeling I have right now.'  I had many baguettes with cheese, grapes and strawberries (Paris on a budget necessitates squirrelling away the baguettes that come with the free breakfast at the hostel, shopping at supermarkets and having picnics in the lovely parks) and one tart.  I had a friend with whom I hung out in the evenings but the days were mine for powerwalking around the city, around museums, around parks and up and down the Seine.  I must have walked all around the city - I only took the metro a total of 3 times (2 of which were to Versailles and back).  I felt great (probably looked it too).  I look at my pictures from Paris and compare them to the holidays photos from November and you can definitely see the difference in heft around the waist.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned back to London and my life was so hectic that there was no time for the gym. However, I kept on with the Monday morning swing by the supermarket to pick up fruit for the week and continued with soup or paninis from the sandwich place next door.  The upshot of all this fruit meant that my skin was so creamy, soft and smooth that I kept stroking my face marvelling at the wonder of it all.   By the end of April I weighed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93 kg&lt;/span&gt;!  Now that probably doesn't seem like a lot - about 8kg lost in 4 months is a trifle pathetic but it's still better than whatever I was in January - I was 98kg in November but I know I put on weight thanks to the all you can eat breakfasts on holiday followed by home cooking during Christmas time.  Also, the real figures behind the 8kg dropped since January are the 4kg dropped in 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was to get to 89kg by the end of May.  May was looking to be really busy - I had a week's holiday planned and then 2 days after I returned, I had to go to West Africa for work until 1st June.  I cancelled my gym membership for the month.  Although I average a weight loss of 2kg per month, beyond that was losing 2 kg in a week and then stagnating for a few weeks before the next 2 kg loss.  Africa as a continent is none too kind to vegetarians and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;lose weight when travelling so I thought I was set.  In between the holiday and travelling for work, I popped into Dorothy Perkins in my lunch hour and tried on a pair of size 16 jeans that I managed to button and zip up.  Yes, they were tight but the size 18 jeans were looser than the size 16 jeans were tight.  I then got home and for the very first time tried on all the clothes that I had banished to the back of the wardrobe because they were embarrasingly tight and so to be relegated for the days of diminished obesity, to find out that some of them fit and some of them were now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;too big for me&lt;/span&gt;.  Wondrous day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that you're on top of the world one day, losing weight and looking and feeling great and then a day after, it all starts going downhill.  I had forgotten that I was working not travelling.  We've been going out for and getting provided with lunch and dinner every day (paid for by work).  At the beginning, I would still be full from lunch but felt the need to socialise, everyone else was eating dinner plus sometimes I was invited to join the managers for dinner (very good opportunity work-wise that I couldn't turn down and it would have looked a bit strange to join them for dinner when I wasn't eating).  After a few days of that, my stomach obviously remembered what it was like to eat this quantity of food and to eat when not hungry so I wouldn't even think that perhaps I should skip dinner.  On top of that were all the coffee breaks with cakes and tarts.  Oy vey!  So I've put on some weight over the past week and a half...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan now is to start plotting strategies for when I'm back in London in June and trying to do some damage limitation before I get there.  Luckily I'm now the last one left here from the London office and, as of tomorrow, am here on holiday not on work.  This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; mean that I'm able to regulate what I eat and start walking around the city much more - let's hope so!  Fingers crossed that I can at least go back to London, get on the weighing machine and see the same figures that looked back at me the last time I did so.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll really be so angry and disappointed with myself if I've let myself gain weight again.  I'm tired, so tired, of losing 2kg and then gaining 1.5kg, flatlining for a while and then losing 5kg and gaining 3kg.  Repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apologies for the length of this post - it did have to make up for 4 months of non activity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5498666157037172641?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5498666157037172641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5498666157037172641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5498666157037172641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5498666157037172641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-7438789522287494270</id><published>2009-01-18T01:42:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:01:55.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so happy to say that I've finally found that place (temporary though it may be) where everything is coming quite effortlessly with regards to my eating habits.  My daily food intake looks something like this:&lt;div&gt;- breakfast: blueberries with yoghurt [especially when berries are 2 for 1!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- snack: glass of skimmed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- lunch: soup with bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- snack: clementines, pears, dates etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dinner: sandwich/ a meal out with mates etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best outcome is that I feel so good - really healthy, full of energy and starting to love my body because I feel that way.  It really must be the amount of fruit and vegetables that I'm eating and the fact that I'm not eating absolute rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been one of those people that really hates the way that they look.  I don't really care enough about my appearance for that but I am sometimes attacked by self loathing about the size of my thighs/ stomach and frequently notice how hideously large I am compared with my friends/ colleagues/ people on the tube.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been on my health kick however, yes, I'm still bigger than most people around me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I feel so healthy and energetic and, most importantly of all, I know that I only look like this for a limited time.  I'm on track with regards to weight loss - I'm aiming for a steady 2lb loss every week (I don't know how realistic this is but that's what they always advise as the maximum) so I'm losing weight all the time.  This is based on a detailed account of what I eat/ drink mind you, I'm not weighing myself so this could be a false impression.  I didn't want to get caught up with jumping on the scales every day and feeling ecstatic/ depressed by the result so I'm going to stick with a reckoning of total calories lost to date for now and see how I feel later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm yet to crack though is the exercise.  All I seem to be able to do is to walk around London.  So, if I finish work at 6.30pm but don't have to meet my friends until 7.30pm, I walk as far as I can in the direction that I need to go before jumping on the bus/ tube to take me the rest of the way so I can arrive in time.  Walking is great - I'm loving being in the fresh air, feeling my leg muscles shift as I stride down the road and listening to music or chatting on the phone as I go.  Walking 30 minutes or more every day is probably enough for exercise (I think that it is in fact what doctors recommend for daily exercise).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I really feel it's not enough.  I want to do hardcore exercise where I end the session drenched in sweat having worked through the barrier during the time.  I want to be able to run quickly down the street, move effortlessly to the music and hit those balls cleanly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting going to the gym tomorrow - New Year's Goal Number 3 is to be able to run 5 miles without any problem by the end of the year.  Next week, I'm popping along to an open day at &lt;a href="http://www.danceworks.co.uk/"&gt;Danceworks&lt;/a&gt;, a dance studio in central London when you can try out classes for free.  If I do decide to join, it'll be expensive though - £8.99 direct debit + £5 per class.  I really wish dance classes were cheaper than this!  I'm not sure I can afford it on top of my gym fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long may the time of positivity and kick ass energy continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-7438789522287494270?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/7438789522287494270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=7438789522287494270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7438789522287494270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7438789522287494270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-zone.html' title='In the Zone'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-5926134901380025001</id><published>2009-01-05T23:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:06:45.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions although I like the opportunity to reassess my life and come up with things that I want to do in the future.  Rather than vague ideas such as 'lose weight,' 'drink less alcohol' etc - for the first time, I'm going to write down concrete achievable and measurable goals that I will enjoy doing and, in some cases, have wanted to do for a very long time.  2009 is the year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Walk the Coast to Coast&lt;br /&gt;This walk covers 250 miles, three national parks and some of England's finest scenery, taking you from the Irish Sea to the east coast of England through the Lake District, the Pennines and the North York Moors.  While I was growing up, I spent many weekends walking in the Pennines, the North York Moors, the Cheviot Hills and the Lake District and at various times, have walked parts of the Coast to Coast highway.  For the last 10 years, I've wanted to do the whole hog in one go.  One of my life's ambitions is to walk across a country (random, I know) - where better to start than England?  This is also mean lots of walking practice built into my daily routine for training for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Build up my swimming so I can swim a mile with ease&lt;br /&gt;Back in my younger swimmer days when I used to be in the pool training 6 days a week, a mile would be what I swam every practice.  It's been over 7 years (!) since I swam regularly and I would probably just about manage to swim 20 lengths these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Build up my running so I can run 5 miles without problem&lt;br /&gt;Back in the glory days, I also used to run 5 miles more or less every day. [I was a very fit teenager!] I'm going to go back to being 16 and love swimming and running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Take dance classes&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing but have only sporadically taken dance classes.  This year, I'm going to dance tango regularly and probably also salsa.  I love rhythm and I love music.  When I'm dancing, it doesn't feel like I'm exercising to lose weight.  It just feels like I'm dancing for the pure joy of it. More pure joy and less exercise is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aim is not to lose weight but to be fit - to go back to the days where I used to run, swim and hike, when I used to have huge lung capacity and very slow heart-rate, when I used to have strong legs and strong arms, could lift anything and run everywhere.  If I manage to go down a couple of dress sizes on the way, it's a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-5926134901380025001?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/5926134901380025001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=5926134901380025001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5926134901380025001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/5926134901380025001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2009-manifesto.html' title='My 2009 Manifesto'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-6187289002633493173</id><published>2008-12-21T23:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:06:04.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On and off the wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I was doing wonderfully, swimmingly well.  I had stuck to my plans of action: was eating (just enough) food that was both healthy and delicious and taking long walks around London.  I lost 5lb or over 2kg in less than a week - and this was on not much conscious exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went on holiday.  A week of that saw the reversal of the weight loss.  I probably weigh now what I weighed right at the start of December.  It's my own fault.  I just can't resist all you can eat breakfast buffets!  My only consolation is that, although I may have eaten a lot of food, it was all very healthy food - lots of salads, fruit and various Middle Eastern dips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that it's Christmas and I'm going home in a couple of days' time to my mum's scrumptious food (so much better than my own pathetic efforts!).  I do want to take full advantage of each and every opportunity to have proper food.  I'm very tempted to say that I'll write off the next 10 days and start in earnest in the New Year.  However, apart from the fact that aiming to lose weight in January is such a cliche (!), if I do unlimited eating with no exercise until 1st January, how much weight am I going to gain and how disgusting will I feel?  Plus, I lost weight before when I was living at home - mind you, then home cooking wasn't such a temptation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to just suck it up and restrain myself as much as possible.  The trick (or so I hear) is to be satisfied with small quantities of delicious food rather than feeling you have to scoff the whole lot in one.  Bit hard though...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-6187289002633493173?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/6187289002633493173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=6187289002633493173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6187289002633493173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/6187289002633493173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-and-off-wagon.html' title='On and off the wagon'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4401548072140965054</id><published>2008-12-05T01:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:06:28.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Initial Plan of Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Reduce alcohol to 5 drinks a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's 5 drinks not 5 nights of drinking!  I could cut out alcohol altogether.  It wouldn't be too difficult from a personal point of view and it does give the so-called empty calories.  However, try living in the UK and being known to drink and all of a sudden not drinking!  I spent the whole month of October completely alcohol free - the number of people who would ask in a very concerned way.  I think they thought I was in some way alcoholic and trying to wean myself off the dreaded booze.  Plus, I like a glass of wine/ gin &amp;amp; tonic/ pint of beer now and again.  Also, this is not about putting in place habits until I lose weight and abandoning them all afterwards but rather about making gradual change that will hopefully last long-term.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps 5 drinks a week seems like a lot.  As I see it, it comes to 5 glasses of red over 5 nights or 3 pints on Tuesday and 2 glasses of rum and coke on Saturday or a whole bottle of red Friday night.  For me, that's realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) No food after 12am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this terrible habit of going out with friends and not eating dinner at all and coming back home at 1am starving and making pasta.  Encourages bad practices when it comes to spacing of meals/ going to sleep full etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's late to be eating even at 11pm and I know that some people have the whole no carbs after 9pm rule.  Again for me, right now, 12am is realistic.  Perhaps in a month or so, this will change and I can keep bringing it forward until it gets to 10pm, which I see as a good cut-off point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) No eating after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dreadful habit of mine is to eat dinner with friends at 7pm and then come home around midnight and have a couple of slices of toast with cheese.  Completely pointless.  I just eat for the sake of eating.  Has to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) When hungry eat fruit and/or vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a stock of readily available fruit and veg in the office and at home has really helped this week.  I'm going to try and keep both my kitchen at home and the cupboards at work stocked in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) When hungry drink water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently your body sometimes gets the thirst and hunger functions mixed up so when you feel thirsty you actually need food and vice versa.  I drink a lot of water anyway but in future, whenever I feel hungry I'm going to head to the kitchen, fill up a glass of water and grab an orange.  That should keep me going until the next meal.  If not, I'll have another orange/ apple/ pear.  I'm not going to put any limit on the amount of fruit and vegetables I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Ignore the better buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I want chocolate/ cake/ biscuits.  Fair enough as long as it's not every day.  But I have to stop going for the 3 for 2 offers and the big bars of Cadbury's for 99p, which invariably end up with me sitting on my bed scoffing the whole lot in one night.  If I want chocolate, I'll buy a small bar.  I know myself and I really can't be trusted with anything larger than that.  If it's in the house, I'm going to eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Reduce cheese and bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh!  This is going to be hard.  I love cheese.  I can easily have lashings of cheese with every meal.  Case in point: I just changed 'no cheese' to 'reduce cheese.'  I think I'm going to have to do a slow withdrawal with this one.  It's in everything I eat - sandwiches, pasta...  And bread.  Gorgeous toast.  Melted cheese sandwiches.  Bread and scrambled eggs.  Mmmmmm.......  I have a lot of bread too.  Some nights I have been known to have 4 slices of toast with cheese and pesto for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the problem is also that when you're in a rush or have finished work and on the way to meet a friend at 8pm when you're completely starving, often the only food you can have is a sandwich.  This is not ideal.  A cheese ploughman sandwich from the Coop (Wednesday night's dinner) does not a proper meal make but if I say I'm not going to eat bread from now on, lots of nights, I'm not going to eat anything in the evening.  Either that, or I'm going to break and end up at 2am boiling water for pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I have it.  From now on, I'm not going to buy cheese or loaves of bread to have in the house.  Making chapatis and buying pita bread/ tortilla wraps is fine but the only cheese that I'll have is that in food when I go out to eat and only bread shall be in sandwiches that I buy outside.  Too many sandwiches are boring anyway.  I'd much rather make a quick meal when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some people if they read this would be shocked at how little I'm planning and what this says about what I eat at the moment: "What does she mean, she has a whole 500g bar of chocolate in one night?" etc.  I think everything I've written above is something that I should be able to do fairly easily.  Once I've started doing all this and it becomes second nature, I can start being a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to think about exercise for the time being.  I'll start with getting the eating habits sorted first.  Come January I'll put my exercise plan of action into motion.  At the moment, I'm thinking a combination of the gym for discipline and progress and dance classes for fun and socialising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4401548072140965054?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4401548072140965054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4401548072140965054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4401548072140965054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4401548072140965054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-initial-plan-of-action.html' title='My Initial Plan of Action'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-7417220327765568053</id><published>2008-12-05T00:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:05:41.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realise that I started this blog almost 3 weeks ago and haven't posted a single entry since that day.  That's because I suck and have no willpower.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since that day I wake up at 6.30am with my alarm and what do I do?  Reset it for an hour later.  Obviously this gives me no time to go to the gym before work.  So then I take my gym clothes with me to go to the gym after work instead.  The nights that I don't already have plans with friends, I walk straight past the gym without going inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started thinking last week that this gym membership is a waste of time and perhaps I should start off slowly with regulating my eating (and drinking!) habits and focusing the exercise on dancing, which I love, rather than going to the gym, which I do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday night, one of my friends called me and we started talking.  S went up from a size 12 to a size 18 because she couldn't be bothered doing anything to stop this happening.  She was the one with whom I used to do the Tesco lunchtime run when we were revising and who would tempt me into buying doughnuts (I have this tendency to compare my eating with that of my friends/ family - if she/he is eating it, then it must be OK).  She decided in May that things have to change - she spends about 6 hours in the gym a week, hasn't eaten bread since May and continues to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really inspired me.  I'm still not going to the gym.  That's OK though.  I go on holiday this week and am only in London for about 6 days between now and the New Year.  However, the major change I have made in my life is in my eating habits.  Before, I wanted to lose weight so would vaguely watch what I ate.  Now, I've started a spreadsheet detailing what I eat, the food group and the number of calories and take away the number of calories I burn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to have settled into quite a nice rhythm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- for breakfast, I have berries and yoghurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- soup for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- oranges/ cherries/ cherry tomatoes for snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and a bit more latitude for tea, depending on whether I go out with friends or am cooking at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main reason for the change seems to be that I've now started to keep my breakfast and lunch food at work, meaning I don't just grab whatever is easiest in the morning on my way out the door, that I don't just end up in the queue at Gregg's in my lunch break and that I don't go on chocolate runs if I feel a bit peckish come 11am/ 4pm.  I have fruit and yoghurt for breakfast; vegetable soup for lunch and my snacks are oranges, cherries and tomatoes that I just munch on whenever I feel like it and which seems to fill me up quite nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about the planning really.  Luckily, when it comes to food, my willpower seems to be sticking at the moment (much more so than when it comes to waking up in the morning to go to the gym!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-7417220327765568053?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/7417220327765568053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=7417220327765568053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7417220327765568053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/7417220327765568053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-intentions.html' title='Good Intentions'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861564127810659514.post-4073288629725875608</id><published>2008-11-16T23:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:05:26.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This blog is about losing weight.  Which I need to do.  I weigh 100 (!) kg - argh, not sure I should publish that!  In certain outfits and at certain angles I look pregnant.  I take up more than my allotted seat on the bus/ tube.  I have high blood pressure.  High pulse rate.  Ridiculous body fat percentage (surely that goes without saying?).  I am only happy wearing about 5 outfits because all the others make me look fat.  Which I blatantly am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's strange about this state of affairs is that less than 10 years ago, I used to run 5 miles and swim for 2 hours - every single day (more or less - I wasn't annoying; I did have my lazy days).  I was never skinny but I had the highest lung capacity in my class, blood pressure that was so low it wasn't within the normal range and ditto for my pulse rate.  I was a UK size 14.  Of course, at the time, I felt fat (probably because my school was peopled with slinky girls who were all size 8 - and were considered fat if they were size 10).  In fact, I was within striking distance of the normal BMI - and remember that all that running and swimming plus the weights had left me with fabulous muscles, which, as we all know, weigh more than fat.  So, 10 years ago, I was wondrously healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I sit here wondering where it all went wrong.  How 10s of kilograms and 3? 4? stone have crept up on me during the years - and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't pay it any attention&lt;/span&gt;.  How ridiculously, pathetically stupid am I?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really really has to change.  I'm 25 for heaven's sake.  This should be when I swan around with divinely gorgeous men [a rugby playing PhD researcher would do just fine, ta muchly], have a wonderful wardrobe with unique dresses/ skirts/ tops/ coats/ trousers that I pick up for 50p at the local charity shop, run marathons (ha, not bloody likely), lie on the beach in tiny swimming cossies and be generally all round fabulous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, don't I seem superficial?  I'm really not.  I only care a little about gorgeous clothes and the gorgeous men (although, if they're giving out the body of Strictly's &lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/11_02/kenny1711_468x761.jpg"&gt;Ola Jordan&lt;/a&gt; or gorgeous Mr. &lt;a href="http://fwt.txdnl.com/6-10/f/r/francis1980/hugh_jackman_98.jpg"&gt;Jackman&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/george-clooney-pic.jpg"&gt;Clooney&lt;/a&gt;, I'm first in the queue).  But I do care about the fact that I feel like I'm due a heart attack in about 5 years, that I'm likely to be diagnosed diabetic if I'm not careful (runs in the family) and that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will kill myself &lt;/span&gt;because I can't be bothered to go to the gym and yes, I will hoover up that 8 pack of mini chocolate cakes (but it was bought on sale!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with that in mind, I spent tonight writing down what I plan to eat this coming week and making a shopping list of food to buy tomorrow night.  Plus, first thing tomorrow before work, I shall be hitting that gym which I've frequented once since I joined 3 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food and exercise, that's all it takes right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861564127810659514-4073288629725875608?l=decisionbydecision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/feeds/4073288629725875608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861564127810659514&amp;postID=4073288629725875608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4073288629725875608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861564127810659514/posts/default/4073288629725875608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decisionbydecision.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Amrita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06180596999342345975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
