Getting to goal, despite Paris
Well done to the awesome Robyn for the incredible strides she's made in her fitness over the last several months. Robyn's blog is one of my very favourites, as is her husband Fred's, and it thrills me to see her making such progress.
One thing that amused me when reading Robyn's most recent entry: When I saw that she has 48 pounds to lose before she reachers her goal, I thought, "Wow, is that all? That'll be a breeze!" Then I realised that, although I don't have an exact number in mind for myself (I'll know what it looks like when I get there), 48 pounds less is definitely in the ballpark where I want to live.
That's very motivating for me. Robyn kicks her own ass five days a week, getting up at 5.30AM to work out. I...don't do that. Obviously London life is all about walking, but I definitely need to move more, move more intensely, and move first thing in the morning. (When I lost the bulk of my weight, I was exercising for 25-60 minutes first thing every day, before I ate anything at all. This is supposed to help you burn off stored fat rather than, say, the breakfast you just ate. I don't know if there's much credence in that, but it worked for me.)
Anyway, we leave for Paris tomorrow morning, and while we will definitely be walking all over the place for the week we spend there, we'll also be faced with more temptation in the realm of eating and drinking. Having recently arrived at my lowest weight since I started losing a few years ago, this makes me nervous.
My friend Amy Alkon eats a doughnut every morning and swears it helps her stay in shape (it fills her up until mid-afternoon), but I can't do that. In me, the sugar triggers cravings for more sugar. So I'm going to try to eat as much fresh fruit and vegetables as possible - buying cherry tomatoes and other easy produce and keeping it in our hotel room and in my handbag. Ditto my favourite sparkling water. I'm also going to try to stick to tomato-based sauces, grilled lean protein, and all the other obvious things. I plan to reward myself on my birthday - July 21 - by getting whatever I want from whatever patisserie calls my name. (I still remember the strawberry tartelette I had in Lésigny back in 2004, as does my ass - the calories that keep on giving!)
