For anyone trying to lose weight, I would almost put money on the fact that there was one instant that made them decide, enough is enough, something has to change.
Things have been a little hectic for this fatty the last couple of weeks, hence the lack of blog posts, but today I finally found a few minutes to get a little post up, because it's something that really helped me out a couple of weeks ago, and ya know, I love trying to be helpful.
So yeah, a couple of weeks ago, I went on holiday with my family for a few day, but I came back on the Tuesday, whilst they stayed on until the Friday (sob.)
Alas, I have a new recipe to share with you today, and I'm pretty bloomin' excited about it if I'm honest.
And, as the lovely Sara says, you can always tell when I'm in the zone if I'm making new recipes. *insert arm flex muscle emoji and sassy girl emoji here*
When I’m at the top of my weight loss game, (which, lol, hasn’t been for a while) there’s one thing I always do. And that, my friends, is keep a food diary
If you were really good when you first started, you probably tracked every last crumb of food you ate diligently. And then you’d kind of forget one day, or ya know, you wouldn’t add that small piece of chocolate, or you had a really bad day and didn’t want to ruin a pretty page in your diary…
Last weekend I planned on having a full on cooking weekend and storing up some recipes to share on this ol' blog, because I feel recipes have been few and far between (well, aside from this post, I guess), and pretty much all of my attempts were fails.
So (I start so many sentences that way and really bug myself by doing so, but I just can't think of anything else...) something kind of crazy happened at the weekend.
My parents only went and got another dog. A Flat-Coated Retriever, named Bruno.
You know how they say inspiration comes to you in the strangest places? Well, this one came to me whilst I was eating a HobKnob flapjack walking across the Asda car park.
Standard. Both the part where I'm eating and the part where I'm at Asda, 'cause this girl loves her trips to Asda. (I mean, they sell food there, and clothes, and shoes, and OMG I need to go to Asda RN.)
Last month, I was just casually going about my day when an exciting email popped into my inbox from Muscle Food.
It was someone from their team asking if I'd like to work with them, so I obviously said yuh-huh 'cause who doesn't love meat right? (obvs veggies and vegans) and within a couple of days an exciting hamper of meat turned up at my work.
It's slowly becoming my favourite time of year. The leaves are about to change, jumpers will be coming back out (well, if you even put them away) and Christmas is coming. Not to mention the fact that I have some seriously exciting things coming up over the next couple of months too, I'm super excited.
However, with every year that passes it's noted at how quickly time is flying, how it only felt like the month was beginning yesterday and what do you know, it's time to flip the calendar over again.
There is no doubt around the fact that I'm an emotional eater, which I guess would be ok if I wasn't so much of an emotional person, but quite frankly it's like Inside Out in my brain at all times.
(The bit where Joy and Sadness go missing and everyone fights over the controls and everything goes a bit pear shaped...)
I think it's no secret that I love the ol' Instagram, and occasionally I like a good scroll through the odd hashtag or too. One of the ones that I often spiral down is #Fitness.
You know that feeling when you're ten biscuits deep and starting to feel a tiny bit sick, then you start to feel guilty, but for some reason you have to carry on until the biscuits are gone? Well, that's me.
And even though my name would suggest it, it's not just biscuits I do this with, it's just any food in general.
I'm sure you've all seen the inspirational image of 'losing weight is hard, being overweight is hard. Choose your hard' floating around the internet, and whilst it is true, today I want to focus on the losing weight is hard bit.
Because you know what? Losing weight is hard. It's freaking tough, and often reaching for the biscuit tin and staying overweight forever really does feel like the easiest option.
Soz about the mini absence from the blog guys, I managed to get a lovely virus (in July FML) and then, well, Pokemon Go was released and obvs, I need to be the very best and catch them all.
As someone how has spent most of their life losing, then
gaining (tbh I’ve spent most of my life gaining or maintaining at a heavy
weight *sobs*) I have experienced shopping at both a lower, and higher weight.
A couple of weeks ago, I was having the usual perusal on Facebook and came across this delicious looking recipe that I just new I had to re-create and devour.
So yesterday was my birthday (in case you didn't quite catch it on all my social's...) and it's a rule in my work that on your birthday you bring in treats to work.
I mentioned in my previous post that I often find myself in little food ruts and thought it might be useful if I share where I go when looking for some inspiration.
When we first start try to lose weight we can be extremely particular about exactly what we're eating. Like, ridiculously, painfully, not living our lives so.
A little nugget of information I may not have shared before is the fact I love a good Korma curry. (Ground breaking bit of information there, I know...)
For many of us, it can feel like we've been dieting our whole lives. Whether that's losing weight, maintaining weight, or even whilst we're gaining weight. It's always watching you, much like Roz in Monsters Inc
On the off chance you haven't seen all my Instagrams,Tweets and Snapchats (fattybiscuit), or read this blog post, you may not know that at the end of April I (well, my parents) got a little puppy.
Weight loss is a numbers game, right? If it’s not the
numbers on the scales, it’s the number of inches you’ve lost. It’s the number
of calories you can burn in a workout and the number of calories/syns/points
etc you can eat in the day. And it’s also about the number inside your clothes.
It is no secret that your home girl here has a thing for Winnie the Pooh, I mean have you read this post, seen my bedroom or looked at my side bar picture?
Sometimes we fall off plan. Sometimes it’s just a couple of
biscuits that aren’t within our allowance. Sometimes it a couple of packets of
biscuits, a chocolate bar, an ice cream, a takeaway and a couple of Daim Eggs
that you’re shoving in your gob so fast you don’t realise you’ve left the foil
on… (just me?)
I nearly left the title of this post as 'How I Drag Myself Out of Bed Each Morning' and was like lol, that sounds a lot more depressing than what actually goes on. Though, don't get me wrong, it is pretty depressing when your alarm is going off at 6am because you need to work out and really you could have an extra hour in bed snoozing and dreaming of eating food whilst still looking as hot as Jenifer Lawrence....
Writing this post is leaving me all finger tied and ‘eugh’-y
‘cause although in the grand scheme of things going on in the world, this is so
inconsequential. But, in my little biscuit world, it’s kind of a big deal.
Often I have a blog post planned for about a week in
advance, ‘cause I’m a planner and more often than not I’ll have a flood of blog
post ideas come at me all at once, and then some weeks with absolutely no
inspiration at all.
This post is basically inspired by the back of an Aussie
bottle I was reading whilst in the shower (soz for the awks visual) and is
aimed at people who are a bit daunted at making that whole ‘lifestyle’ change
and have no clue where to start.
Now you may be thinking, what on Earth is a post like this
doing on a blog like this? (A blog that was created with documenting weight
loss in mind, in case you were wondering…)
Soz 'bout the self-indulgent title of this blog post, but I wanted to call it something better I thought as there are so many Sweet Potato Casserole recipes out there, I should differentiate mine somehow.
Every now and again I feel the need to 'treat myself' (which basically happens every day because y'know, getting out of bed deserves to be celebrated). However more often than not my bank account has already been depleted through previous treating myself expeditions, so I have had to resort to other means for putting a smile on my face when negative Nancy rears her ugly head.
This here recipe is the delicious child of two other recipes that are on my blog that I decided to combine and see what would happen. Spoiler alert: delciousness happened.