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.)
This is probably one of the most exciting blog posts I've ever written, because guys, it's all about bloomin' Disneyland.
As I'm sure you all know, 'cause you all totes read this blog post, I had my trip planned for over a year, and even though I was running a half-marathon there, I'd been excited for over a year.
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*
I mean, unless you've been living under a rock, or ya know, not actually checking my social media channels (but, let's be real, why wouldn't you?) then you'll probably have seen that I took part in the inaugural Disneyland Paris runDisney event.
What's runDisney I hear you ask? Well, let's get into it shall we? (I promise I'll try and stop being some sort of narrator you get at the start of Disney films now. Soz.)
And with that September all but feels like a distant memory. For me, September was the month I'd pretty much been looking forward to for the whole year, and I'm pretty sure you're all aware why.
I knew I would be, but I'm already so sad that it's over! I mean, it was a pretty epic month. But hey, at least I can start looking forward to Christmas now....
Last weekend was Mr Biscuit's Birthweekend, and as a little surprise, I booked us a trip to Sheffield for the weekend to celebrate. ( I know, I'm such a lovely person.)
Why Sheffield? I hear you ask. Well, because as part of my work I write about the best places to eat in different cities, and Sheffield looked pretty darn tasty if I'm being frank.
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...)
I see a lot of different people do these kind of posts, and thought, you know what, been as though I don't really share that much about me personally (just my crappy eating habits) I thought I'd let you in on a few things about me.
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.
Today I’m carrying on from Thursday’s blog post today with a run through of what we got up to in Windsor and Oxford. Please, contain your excitement....