EGG-CELLENT EGGS

Warning. This post contains egg puns. 

When my new PT sent me her meal plan it had an Eggxtreme amount of eggs to be consumed- 6 a day! 6 eggs, 6!!!!! I was really upset to learn that chocolate eggs don’t count- reckon I could go a full bakers dozen on chocolate eggs. 

Now I like eggs as much as the neggxt guy (sorry) but the thought of eating 6 a day makes me feel positively horrific. 

So I’m aiming for a few, some days more than others. Here’s some egg-tra-ordinary ways of getting some eggs Into your day to day life:

How do you like your EGGS IN THE MORNING?? 

At work I’m against microwaving eggs. Sorry guys but I just don’t think it’s socially eggceptable. Yes, its practical and yes well done, you are getting your healthy fats in and a good dose of protein nice and early but seriously, we don’t all want to smell it. 

So i save my breakfast eggs for the weekend and generally have them 1 of 3 ways: 

1. POACHED: (they look like terrible aliens because I’m really bad at poaching) but they taste unreal with some avocado and bacon. 

2. DIPPY: The king of eggs of course. Bit of toast- dream come true. 

3. SCRAMBLED:  ala this morning with some cherry tomatoes chucked in and a nice serving of either smoked salmon or prosciutto (Why not add more fats!) 

Scrambled eggs and good quality ham

SNACKING EGGS (if there is such a thing)

Soft boiled eggs, the true challenge of any Michelin starred chef I’m sure, gooey yolk, hard whites. The trick for me is this- bring the water to the boil, chuck eggs in (mine are stored in the fridge for my sins) and boil for 6 mins. Not a second more, not a second less. I never move off the sofa faster than when soft boiled eggs beep at me. Straight into cold water and then boxed for a snack at work the next day- treat yourself to some ham with them so you don’t look too freaky tucking into an egg like it’s a delicious apple sat at your desk.

Egg-xuse my 80s Tupperware box

And the best, PUDDING EGGS. Yep, delicious pudding eggs. A more egg-citing way to get in your daily egg quota:

PANCAKES : 1 x banana 1 x egg beaten together and fried in coconut oil. I slather them in Greek yoghurt and berries or dark chocolate and it’s bloody delicious.

BISCUITS: I also sometimes make healthy biscuits- 1 x banana, 1 x egg, 1/2 cup pats and handful of dark chocolate chips. Add some cinnamon, squeeze of honey. Bash it all together and roll into little balls and bake for around 15 mins. Eat straight out of the oven with a cheeky little brew. 

So have an egg-cellent Sunday, no egg-cercise for me today – day of rest! Hope your weekend was cracking. Oh god, I’ve got to stop. 

Bravery body pump… 

Morning all.

Yesterday my best mate (who has her own life coaching business and is currently harping on about mind set and being in control of your life to make changes happen) stepped out of her comfort zone and presented to over 150 people. And of course, she smashed it!

Me and my Bessie, Jen

Jen did a Facebook live video all about how to step outside your comfort zone and I tell you what, it bloody worked on me. I watched this… 

https://www.facebook.com/jen.williams.5621/videos/10155352489742802/

And then this morning I booked myself onto a new gym class for me, body pump, and went along. Now, it’s not quite presenting to 150 people, granted, but I’ve always felt a bit nervous attending new classes- what if I do it wrong, what if I can’t do it at all? What if I use the wrong equipment? What if I fall flat on my face and die infront of everyone? All rational thoughts right? 

So today, I bit the bullet and smashed a 7:30am class. It was great- I knew I’d love it.

Sweaty post body pump selfie

So big thanks to jen for showing us all how to stop being scared and just going for things outside your comfort zone- no matter how big, or small. 

Follow license to live on Instagram for motivation on owning your choices and empowering your life!  

http://instagram.com/licencetolive

PT vom-orama

So I’ve booked 12 weeks of PT sessions to sort myself out- 1 per week.

My PT is amazing- she focuses mainly on callisthenics (body weight exercises) to get you burning fat. I’m really enjoying it.

However, today, the first proper session of the 12, I nearly chundered, vommed, puked, or as she put it ‘felt naucious’. Only half way through and I feel really bloody angry about it!!! So disappointed in myself. That’s what 2 weeks will do china eating junk food will do to your fitness levels.

Onwards to next week and hopefully not puking everywhere. 

PT D-DAY 

I’m lying in bed having barely slept. I can almost still taste the 1/2 a pack(full packet but too ashamed to admit it to myself) of malted milk biscuits from night before. A mild two day hangover still looms over me, mouth drier than the Sahara desert.

It’s 6:30am. Having got up at this time 5 times a week for the last two years it’s been a couple of chilled out weeks following our half marathon. I slur in bed, like a giant brown bear awaking from 6 months hibernation with a phobia of daylight. I pull on my leggings, tie my laces and leave the house. I eat my banana which is almost as thick and dry as my hangover head and I’m off to my first PT session in over a year, and with a new PT.

Following 1/2 marathon i decided to go on a two week binge of eating what the f*** I wanted, whenever I wanted to. And my PT is about to let me know this. 

To cut a long, painful hour short the stats are as follows: 5kg gain since January 2015. Ah yes, muscle mass- it must be muscle mass I scream inside me head. Nope, 6% rise is body fat- of which my PT tells me 2% more resides in my left arm over my right. (Not to anyone taking photos of me- it’s official, my right hand side is my best). 

So there it is. I can’t argue anymore and I can’t lie to myself. I’ve let myself slip, I’m head over heals in a joyous puddle of chocolate, crisps and booze and I’m reminded that we all need a little help from time to time. 

 

Well the sales pitch worked- I’ve just booked 10 sessions pre Christmas to get me back in shape and embarrass me into action. AND I’M BLOODY LOVING IT. 
Full review of my sessions so far will be written this week, but just a note to say- stop avoiding it, stop waiting until tomorrow to hop on the scales, stop avoiding contact wth the PT’s at your gym and get on it. Get realistic, get shocked if necessary and get in focus!!!! 

Have a great weekend. 

RACE DAY BLOG HIJACK 

Part 2 of my blog hijack from rich…

The dreaded weekend of our half marathon was upon us and we were in high spirits that we would complete it and complete it within our estimated time of 2 hours 30 minutes (based on our training runs). 
After waking up relatively early (way to early for a Sunday anyway) we had our breakfast of porridge & made our way into the centre. It was surprisingly chilly although not a cloud in the sky could only mean one thing – it’ll be a hot one & it was. 
After posing for the obligatory pre race photos, Hannah and I ventured into our pen and Hannah’s dad, Chris ventured off to his. Chris was expecting to be close to the 2 hour mark(!!) so started further down towards the starting line. 


Our race got off to an interesting start, running over the line with a bloke dressed in full armour – yes medieval style armour!! Unfortunately 2 miles in my calf & hip started to hurt, luckily I’ve experienced this before in our training but this time it wouldn’t go. Fortunately with a lot of encouraging words from Hannah I pushed on and it seemed to ease just before we got to mile 3. As we turned the corner, we saw something we weren’t expecting to see… a hill. 
Now for anyone that tells you the Cardiff Half is flat are fibbing, well and truly fibbing. Yes I suppose it is relatively flat compared to other courses but there’s still a hill and one that we now have to run up. Surprisingly by the time we got to the top all my aches were gone. 
From our relatively newness to marathons, we saw the pacers for 2 hours 15 in the distance and thought if we could stay with them we could be within a chance of improving our time. As the miles disappeared we had all of a sudden not only caught the pacers but overtook them by mile 9!?!? Yes we were very surprised by this too. (Unfortunately,the pacers were no where near that pace, they were more likely on a 2 hour 20 minutes.) This gave us a huge boost and we pushed on, even after a guy dressed as a dinosaur ran past us. 
As we hit mile 10 we were now running into the unknown. We had both got this far once before but never crossed it. After a high five we pushed on only to be confronted by another hill (!!!!). Yes it wasn’t steep but it was still an incline that we wasn’t expecting. I reminded Hannah that what goes up must come down – although at this point she looked as though she wanted to punch me. Eventually we got to the top, turned the corner and there was the hill (more of a slight slope) back down. At this point we thought we were on the final leg & nothing stood between us and the finishing line 1 mile away. 
Unfortunately as we got to the bottom of the hill we now came face to face with what can only be described as the Travelator from Gladiators… In reality it was a short, shape slope of no more than 15/20 metres but it certainly didn’t feel like it at the time! Spurred on by a guy in the crowd shouting ‘come on smash it’ we made it to the top and onto the final leg. As we rounded the final corner and saw the finish line, grabbed hands and sprinted towards the line – you know the saying Those who train together…
And that was it our first marathon was over, completed in 2 hours 21 minutes. Yes it was 9 minutes faster than we were expecting but we were disappointed not to break the 2 hours 20 mark. Upon meeting up with Chris again, our efforts were put to shame as he completed it in 1 hour 51 – a cracking job! 
All in all we were delighted, we have both ran our first half marathon, finished it ahead of our expected time & finished it together *mini fist pump*. 

I think our entire journey can be summed up by this:
Would I say it was hard – yes. Would I say motivating yourself to train is hard – yes. Did we cry, shout & throw tantrums whilst training – yes. Did we pick injuries & go through pain – yes. Would we do it all over again – ABSOLUTELY! 
Oh and a final shout out to the crowd. They were amazing!! If you ever go and watch a marathon make sure to cheer – it really does spur you on.

RACE DAY BLOG HIJACK 

The dreaded weekend of our half marathon was upon us and we were in high spirits that we would complete it and complete it within our estimated time of 2 hours 30 minutes (based on our training runs). 
After waking up relatively early (way to early for a Sunday anyway) we had our breakfast of porridge & made our way into the centre. It was surprisingly chilly although not a cloud in the sky could only mean one thing – it’ll be a hot one & it was. 
After posing for the obligatory pre race photos, Hannah and I ventured into our pen and Hannah’s dad, Chris ventured off to his. Chris was expecting to be close to the 2 hour mark(!!) so started further down towards the starting line. 
Our race got off to an interesting start, running over the line with a bloke dressed in full armour – yes medieval style armour!! Unfortunately 2 miles in my calf & hip started to hurt, luckily I’ve experienced this before in our training but this time it wouldn’t go. Fortunately with a lot of encouraging words from Hannah I pushed on and it seemed to ease just before we got to mile 3. As we turned the corner, we saw something we weren’t expecting to see… a hill. 
Now for anyone that tells you the Cardiff Half is flat are fibbing, well and truly fibbing. Yes I suppose it is relatively flat compared to other courses but there’s still a hill and one that we now have to run up. Surprisingly by the time we got to the top all my aches were gone. 
From our relatively newness to marathons, we saw the pacers for 2 hours 15 in the distance and thought if we could stay with them we could be within a chance of improving our time. As the miles disappeared we had all of a sudden not only caught the pacers but overtook them by mile 9!?!? Yes we were very surprised by this too. (Unfortunately,the pacers were no where near that pace, they were more likely on a 2 hour 20 minutes.) This gave us a huge boost and we pushed on, even after a guy dressed as a dinosaur ran past us. 
As we hit mile 10 we were now running into the unknown. We had both got this far once before but never crossed it. After a high five we pushed on only to be confronted by another hill (!!!!). Yes it wasn’t steep but it was still an incline that we wasn’t expecting. I reminded Hannah that what goes up must come down – although at this point she looked as though she wanted to punch me. Eventually we got to the top, turned the corner and there was the hill (more of a slight slope) back down. At this point we thought we were on the final leg & nothing stood between us and the finishing line 1 mile away. 
Unfortunately as we got to the bottom of the hill we now came face to face with what can only be described as the Travelator from Gladiators… In reality it was a short, shape slope of no more than 15/20 metres but it certainly didn’t feel like it at the time! Spurred on by a guy in the crowd shouting ‘come on smash it’ we made it to the top and onto the final leg. As we rounded the final corner and saw the finish line, grabbed hands and sprinted towards the line – you know the saying Those who train together…
And that was it our first marathon was over, completed in 2 hours 21 minutes. Yes it was 9 minutes faster than we were expecting but we were disappointed not to break the 2 hours 20 mark. Upon meeting up with Chris again, our efforts were put to shame as he completed it in 1 hour 51 – a cracking job! 
All in all we were delighted, we have both ran our first half marathon, finished it ahead of our expected time & finished it together *mini fist pump*. 
I think our entire journey can be summed up by this:
Would I say it was hard – yes. Would I say motivating yourself to train is hard – yes. Did we cry, shout & throw tantrums whilst training – yes. Did we pick injuries & go through pain – yes. Would we do it all over again – ABSOLUTELY! 
Oh and a final shout out to the crowd. They were amazing!! If you ever go and watch a marathon make sure to cheer – it really does spur you on.