Time for honesty and a bit of a rant

FraidyKat sucks at this.

That's pretty much what I have been thinking about most things recently and I guess that's behind my lack of posts over the last couple of weeks.

It's weird how something so simple can set you off and turn into a downward spiral.
So where did it all start? I guess it was upset at getting the evil deity's curse of shin splints compounded by my stupid scales deciding over night (literally over night) that I had gained 3kg.
Intellectually I know that I did not magically gain that much weight over night, I was eating the right things and exercising so there was nothing to do it. At first I figured it was the batteries running out, so I changed them but the number did not go down. Then I concluded they must have been jumped on by the elder chaos daemon (bless her boundless, reckless, energy) and thrown out of calibration. It was no big deal, I would just pick up where I left off and count the drops not the overall weight.
That was a great theory but not a good reality.

Theory - the weight does not matter, only the consistant drop in fat.
Reality - the numbers are a score card, they tell you how you are doing and a when those numbers shift unexpectedly it's a real morale killer.

To anyone out there struggling to lose weight - FraidyKat knows your pain.

Of course, the start was enough. The old FraidyKat would have promptly gone off on a comfort food binge and then lost the plot with the sudden and genuine weight gain from being silly, but like a baby who's had their comforter stolen away I don't have the option of a comfort binge and it makes me cranky.

• Maybe an evening sat with a family bucket of chocolate after a greasy takeaway would be a little temporary sedative against the world, but Gallbladder disease means that old self medicated cure is not an option (not without a hospital stay immediately after it).

• A few glasses of legalised impure poison (wine by it's socially accepted name) might be a good substitute, but FraidyKat has a young family to protect from the Zombie hoard and maurauding Goblin tribes so now is not the time to be off her game.

• A run would be theraputic, it's hard to feel much of anything when exhausted and the endorphins are a welcome rush, but slow healing shin splints make that also impractical.

So where am I left?
Sitting at home guarding against the fantasy invaders, trying to re-evaluate and re-order my silly life while the reality cheque bounces like a space hopper into a parallel universe of perfect nutrition and adonis like bodily perfection.



According to my fickle scales I have anywhere between 2 and 5kg to lose by 16th August, that's three weeks. 1kg a week is possible if I am super good (without a bootcamp or personal trainers it's as realistic as I can get right now), so that's the aim. Or perhaps with the lack of accuracy of the scales I should instead point at a pair too tight trousers and aim to get into them without the aid of a corset or surgery...

For now, FraidyKat has resorted to the spreadsheet to create an eating plan for the coming weeks and serve as a reminder of what is needed. It maybea slight touch of the Rimmer method of revising for exams - 3months to create a spreadsheet leaving 1 night to cram in all the revision (Red Dwarf, Series 1). This spreadsheet has also been extended to dear partner (in search of the elusive six-pack, and who am I to complain?) and the little chaos darlings in a looser form, after all they eat a massive amount for their size (Chaos the elder seems to have a natural bond blackholes in that respect) and it has to be factored in to the weekly food shop.


Confidence kicks, trampled self-esteem and constant injury will not defeat me this time. I have a very important reason to drop the weight and gain the fitness, and it's not just ToughMudder, it's more important than that :-

The Zombies are far easier to detect in this current weather, but not for any pleasant reasons. Swarms of flys and a truely terrible smell give an easy way to know when they are around. I suppose we should be thankful that decaying fingers have trouble handling aerosols, deoderant and raid would really give us trouble.


FraidyKat Runs - to trample the Scales

Run like your life depends on it

Because it probably does...
(especially if the scary BMI information is to be believed, the list of ailments for the obese and overweight is scarier than the thought of sore muscles and nano-gremlins feeding on lactic acid)

The best quote I've heard recently is this: It doesn't matter how slow you run because you'll still be lapping the people on the sofa.

If you have time to read this blog, play Clash of Clans or Candy Crush Saga, you have time to exercise. It doesn't have to be two hours in the gym, two minutes of press ups will do. Keep Calm and get moving.

Sometimes I hate motivational quotes, but sometimes I find them helpful. They can put things in perspective and remind you how ridiculous you sound with all of your excuses of just why you can't do it.

Time for something that made FraidyKat smile:

So tonight when FraidyKat runs, I'll be looking over my shoulder to see if the T-rex is gaining ground!
Speaking of which, someone had fun with this photo:

Okay, so I have been out for my run and I was far too busy running away from zombies to worry about the T-rex.
Earlier today I downloaded the "Zombies, Run" app. It was £2.99 and being a miser I normally wouldn't spend that much on an app but the reviews were good and it sounded fun.
It was fun.
Admittedly, I am a bit of a geek and zombies are in the collection in many forms: Resident Evil (films and wii games, various), 28 days (&weeks) laters, zombieland, shaun of the dead, married with zombies (funny book about a couple who turn up for marriage counselling and discover their therapist has turned into a zombie - saving their marriage becomes the least of their problems), ad nauseum.
See, I'm into zombie stuff, so my over furtile imagination liked the concept of running away from the things. I also love the idea that you're collecting supplies as you run the missions and you earn things to upgrade your base with every run you do.
You have the option of running with or without music, the story fades in and out every few minutes, and you can choose to up the jeopardy by turning your runs into interval training (I didn't today, too chicken) where you have to up your speed occasionally to escape the zombies and you can choose each mission whether it lasts 30mins or an hour.
I will DEFINITELY, be using it for my next run.


If our world is inhabited by both dinosaurs and zombies, is it possible to get zombie dinosaurs?
And why am I now seeing a T-rex dancing to Thriller?
I must track them down and get that on video. Oh, the image of a pterodactyl dancing, that's going to keep me smiling for hours.


FraidyKat Runs - away from dancing zombies