Day 46 - It’s Monday! My! My! How the weekend flies.

Well what can I tell you? After Saturday nights drama everything seems to be going accordingly and all is just swell. I love my restriction to bits. It’s simply the best. I am eating on average 1/2 cup a food at mealtimes and I eat only when I am hungry. Water is going down fine and I have no problem sticking to 8 glasses per day. I love water and I sip it all day long. There are days when I am over the required quota. Its alllll good. Could I be at my “sweet spot” already? Only after one fill?

What is the “sweet spot”? Now you smutty buggers it aint what you think it might be. Even though I might now refer to my HooHaa as Sweet Spot even though she has been called Aphrodite since like forever (and YES I have names for my body parts so shuddup already!!! Hee hee) The definition of sweet spot is: the fill/saline that has been injected into my lap band is the right amount of fluid hence my band and I are working at our optimal level or capacity.

Looking at my diet and exercise regime I am really happy with what I am eating or putting in my mouth (I can hear you all snickering, tut, tut, tut, you dirty birds) I watch myself all the time. It’s healthy and balanced and organic. Never in my life have I been this "anal" about what I am putting into my system. You know that very old mantra which is very cliche like "You are what you eat". Well that really applies to me now. I spent way too many years eating crap but not anymore. No sir-ee Bob!!! Funnily enough I had forgotten how great good food tastes and how filling it is. My portion sizes are small yet I am full. You gotta love that.

The only thing that has really changed is my coffee intake. Wait for this, I used to drink an easy 5-9 cups of very strong coffee per day. I have gone through 3 coffee machines in 3 years, it kinda says a lot about my addiction and dependency to coffee. I still love my coffee and it always has to be 4 shots of coffee. The stronger the better. Am I really addicted to coffee? Yeps!!! There are no ifs or buts about it. The difference now is that I don’t ever get to finish a full cup of coffee and all I now need are 3 cups per day. As long as it is good quality coffee then I am happy like a pig in shit. And yes I do drink organic coffee.

I have tried a lot of different organic brands but my favourite one is Bun Coffee which is a company located in Byron Bay. My favourite blend is The Rainforest. It is deliciously smooth and alive with flavour, the coffee is shade grown on certified forested coffee farms in Central & South America, conserving ecosystems and giving growers and their families a much better quality of life. And hot damn its strong shit. There website if anybody is interested: www.buncoffee.com.au

As for my exercise. Well I cant complain as I am running and when I say I am running I am RUNNING like the six million dollar woman, no pissy jogging for Reney thank you very much. But I feel its not enough, meaning I’m only running 3-4 times per week when I think its time to up the ante. I researched what I should be running and research indicated that I am already doing too much too soon.

I have never run in my life yet the footpath and bitumen calls my name. Every pound of the pavement I time with my breathing it’s wicked. I feel it’s almost a compulsion. I love it. I find I run better when Elvis isn’t with me as he has a tendency to wanting to stop and piss on every bloody tree that we pass. Every pound of the asphalt sends like these zaps of electricity through my system which surge right through me and push me to go harder, faster, further and longer. (Fucking Hell I sound like a porno movie!!! ahahahahaaaa)

This morning whilst sitting at my work desk I looked out the window and saw this dude running and I started to drool (okay the dude was cute but that wasn’t why I was drooling) but I was drooling because I wanted to be out there in the fresh air running. I am becoming obsessed.

Last night was freezing and after napping on the sofa with Elvis and then wrestling with him I decided that I wanted to do some exercise. I pulled out my yoga mat and did some asanas but it just wasn’t enough. So at 10.00pm last night I went out to my patio that has 4 steps that leads down to the garden (all 3 metres x 3 metres, so not much of a garden) so I ran up and down my steps for 45minutes. I don’t know whether it is was a good idea to do this but I put on 2 pairs of tracksuit pants and 2 bras, and 3 jumpers and my beanie and ran up and down, and up and down. I looked like the Michelin Man with all these layers.

At the end of it all, I had to do the Rocky thing. I started singing loudly “Dannannnaaaa Dannnnannnnna Dannnnnnannnna Dannnnnanannna” and started jogging on the spot with my arms raised above my head. Then I felt compelled to yell out for Adrienne. ADRIENNE! ADRIENNE!!!! I’m sure my neighbours heard and saw me but do I care? Nope not at all. They already think I’m a freak.

The perspiration was just dripping off me and it was exhilarating. I think I need to buy some hand weights and do this "Stepping Regime" every second day, ohhh maybe some ankle weights too. Ohhhhh I’m getting excited. I am now foaming at the mouth.

On the gym front I still haven’t joined and I know I should. I just hate them. I feel so uncomfortable and so self-conscious. I have succumbed to everyone’s advice and I realise and I understand that I need to be doing some weight training and every day I tell myself that today I will join that gym. Only to tell myself ohhh maybe tomorrow. I have a serious phobia with gyms. I had a think last night as to why I really hate them and I think it has to do with Psycho Trainer from Hell (see my entry dated: 30th May 2007) she really hurt me. Anyways, I have to suck it up and move on and just bite the bullet. I have to join the gym.

On the ManBoy front, I have had countless of emails asking whether he was a good root, I also copped it from my work colleagues today. I think it’s rather amusing and quite comical!!! I didn’t root ManBoy I state that here and now and IF I had..Well a lady doesn’t kiss and tell. And to my lovely T. would you please SHUDDUP already!!!!

Reney