Forget New Years Resolutions, I make dramatic, life changing promises to myself every Sunday night. These include, in no particular order:
– I will begin each day with a 5km run before breakfast.
– That breakfast will be a single slice of mango enlivened with fresh lime.
– I will drink a litre of water a day.
– I will drink (considerably) less than a litre of wine.
– I will eat five serves of vegetables (recognising a packet of salt’n’vinegar potato chips does not count).
– I will eat two serves of fruit (while recognising a packet of fruit tingles does not count).
– My children will eat the sort of packed lunches you see in the ‘back to school’ liftouts.
– I will find out what Goji berries are and will consume at traffic lights in place of Smarties.
– Oily fish will become my friend (note: ‘oily,’ not ‘greasy,’ as in from the fish and chip shop up the road).
– I will eat more carrots, and not in cake form.
– Ditto bananas.
– Will engage in either kite flying, frisbee-throwing or rock-climbing with husband and children on twice-weekly basis.
Monday morning comes. I sleep in, so the run doesn’t happen. Neither does the zingy mango breakfast. The kids make their own lunches, complete with chocolate, energy-laden muesli bars. I drop them at school. Then, exhausted and cranky, I stop at the Java Lounge for a cappuccino and muffin. Clearly, the entire plan is off the rails at 8.40am and it feels like there’s no point attempting to get it back on again until next Sunday night when I will write ‘set alarm’ at the top of my list.
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I love to run, so does my husband. I do it more for my head than for my body. I use my running time to solve all the world's problems without any interruptions. I have 3 kids who are still too young to be left at home alone while I go running. So we alternate mornings. I know I have to be out of bed by 5:15am so that I'm off running by 5:30am and back by 6:30am. The night before I make sure the kids lunches are made, breakfast stuff is out on the bench, my running gear is out ready to go. My husband is more likely than I am to roll over and hit the snooze button. I have a personal rule that if he goes back to sleep I MUST get up and go running. It gets me out of the house 3 or 4 mornings a week.
The other thing I do is try to walk instead of using the car. It's hard to do with little kids because they can't walk as far or as fast as I do, and I don't like to push the 18kg toddler in the pram for too long. So if I have a hair appointment I make it on a Saturday around mid-morning. Then I walk there and back. The hairdresser is about 5km from home so I get a good long walk in, and I have to walk home because there's no other way to get there. It also means I can't spend any more money when I'm at the shops because I don't want to carry it 5km home. We also walk to school a couple of times a week, that gives me a 5km round trip without too much effort, and the kids are much better at school on the days we have walked.
I would like to eat less dessert. Every night after I have finished dinner I always seem to crave sweet stuff. Maybe I need a lock on the fridge?
You go for a run at 5.30am instead of sleeping in?
*jaw drops*
Good on you!!!
I bought a treadmill back in July and have seriously dropped a whole size since then! Woo hoo!!! I run for 40-45 minutes at least five times a week and it's made a massive difference.
Also, remember the 'soup diet'? Well that's such healthy soup that I make a huge batch on Sunday and take it to work all week for lunch. It also covers the five serves a day thing which I was really bad at before.
Can you please post the recipe? I'd love to try it!