What's that that just went out the window? Don't worry, it's just my health resolutions

I have been super slack about my fitness goals. Lets have a little tour of those goals and how I have been ignoring each one shall we?

Weight: So far I have not managed to budge a single kilo. I have been weighing myself once a week on a Thursday morning, my results: 75.8, 76, 75.1, 75.2.

I did read somewhere that it is more accurate to look at body measurements as they're less likely to be as drastically changed by hydration levels. Now some days I drink an entire teapot worth of green tea (even if I didn't I think I would like to think that I can explain my weight away in water). I love a good teapot.

My starting measurements as of today are:
Bust: 104cm
Waist: 89 cm - waist measurements higher than 88cm for women place you in a higher risk of becoming diabetic. I think the measuring guide the dpt of health and aging give would make my score significantly higher and riskier...
Hips: 103cm

I took the advice on how to measure from here but only did three measurements because taking 8 measurements once a week sounds time consuming.

Diet

I had three goals in relation to diet. To limit take away meals to three times a week, to cut down on unhealthy snacking and to start controlling my portion sizes.

To say straight out that I have failed on every front would be both simplistic and negative. Well, I did eat out a whole lot more than three times a week. I have been a bit of a social butterfly, lets not even discuss that for now.
But portion sizes on the occasions I cooked my own meals were much better. And my snacking has been better on most days.

Here's a photo of one of the meals I did make at home. A salad with egg.




Exercise

My single goal here was to get to the gym or other physical activity three times a week. I have been averaging twice a week. Better than nothing, but room for improvement.

The highlight of the passed few weeks was indoor rock climbing. It was really enjoyable and gosh I felt it afterward.

Stuff

I have made very little inroads into organising my things. However, whilst trying to avoid going to a party the other night I did organise my hair bits and pieces. (And I ended up making myself go to the party. The party was good and it was good to get out of the house.)

My hair bits and pieces live in every nook and crannie of my house. Open a handbag - there is a bobby pin. Look in a drawer - there is a hair tie... and every time that I try to clean a room a start a new place for them, fully intending to amalgamate them with my existing stashes. It never happens. The stashes then get joined by a variety of other sundry items.

The time was now to make a master box. One that would house and sort different bits. A box that could be moved easily to a different room. Here's what I did:

First I obtained a sectioned box. It looks like a fishing tackle box.



Then I assembled my main hair stuff hidey holes.



Lastly I filled the box with the hair related stuff.



The sundry things that had accumulated with the hair bits have been roughly sorted and put in my bedroom for later sorting. I now know where safety pins have been when I have been looking for them any time in the past few years...

The organisey box still looks like a tackle box. Any ideas on how to pretty it up?

But....

Given that I have already posted about health and time it would have been logical to post about stuff today (indeed that was my oh so obvious plan) but... some things have come up.

Firstly, last week I got a cold accompanied by mammoth and unrelenting amounts of coughing. Secondly, yesterday as I was being oh so good and walking down to the gym I tripped on some rubble and twisted my ankle. My ankles are weak as poorly made tea. Sometimes the get injured by a strong breeze.

I know this isn't at all interesting and I'm not going to waste your time whinging about it, but what was interesting (to me at least) was the way I used these things as an excuse to do nothing. Sure the coughing made it hard for me to do cardio, but I could have easily blasted through organising my stuff. My ankle isn't so bad. I know my useless little ankle well enough to know I need to stay off it and let it heal so I don't make it worse, but I could have worked my torso and arms at the gym, or even at home. I could have been sorting stuff while firmly planted on my derriere...

But I didn't. I used it to justify taking a holiday from my goals. A holiday which was in reality pretty boring.

So, now that I am reflecting on this I am going to try to be more aware of when I am just making excuses to get out of doing things.
What kind of excuses do you allow yourself to make to stop yourself from getting out there and achieving your goals and what techniques do you use to overcome them and get back on track?

Time

For someone who has spent the last six years in the nine to five, having no commitments work or school wise for periods of longer than four weeks is very strange. Over my Summer holidays I have already worked for about three months and traveled for one. I have been back in the country for about two weeks now, in that time I have done very little.

Strangely having very little to do seems to be a challenge when it comes to trying to organise a routine. When stepping off the plane I had visions (possibly a side effect of the blood rushing back into my body after being squeezed in my seat for so long) of getting right back into my circadian rhythms and having productive days filled with checking things off my to do lists.

The reality has been more to the tune of struggling to get out of bed because I have nothing pressing to do. Once I do get out I have little motivation to do anything, I may have a very leisurely breakfast... sometimes photographing it. Maybe go to the gym if it takes my fancy, which it usually doesn't. Perhaps do some house chores... this is a sign of how little I have to do, usually house work is the last thing I would think to do, ever.

If I decided to think very positively I would tell you that my sudden input into the cleaning of the house is a good use of my time and I should keep it up. I might go with that... it sounds pretty good.


Goal

At this stage I am going to aim just to get my sleeping under control.

The mighty inter-webs tells me I should get 7-8 hours per night. I'm thinking I should get up at 7am, generally the time my partner gets up when we are in the same place, he can be my unknowing encouragement, which means I need to go to bed around 11pm.

I'm going to see if I can stick to this for a week. If I can then I will add some more structure to the rest of my days.