We just spent two weeks in China. Lots of food, but also touristy walking. Spent the last couple of days there (and then the plane trip home) toilet-bound with a tummy bug, then after being home a couple of days got a nasty head cold. So I've been home a week and felt wretched the whole time. No exercise, no diet plan. My weight is down a little but I blame that on diarrhoea.
I was thinking about joining weight watchers, I read a blogger who has had great success with that, but there are no meetings at a convenient time for me at the moment, and the group support is what I would be going for. So I just don't know.
As soon as I am well enough (tomorrow for a gentle start maybe) I will return to the gym. Jasmine gave me a heart-rate monitor for my birthday last Saturday, I haven't had a chance to try it out yet. I asked for it because I wanted some external judge of how hard I was exercising. I often worry about this. Like the guy who was "working out" 3-4 hours per day after being sent home on Biggest Loser but couldn't do 5 minutes with Michelle in the gym. I guess walking very slowly doesn't count as an effective work-out.
I have managed to set myself up for big work pressure this month, yet again I forgot about looming school holidays when I set myself a deadline. Somehow I have to find time to edit a novel that needs a lot of work while looking after two small children and exercising regularly... looks like some evening work coming up. And I have been slow getting started on it due to being sick. Arg!
I don't pretend my life is harder that anyone else's. I just like to have a bit of a whinge.