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Activity tracker hates me

My activity tracker hates me


Activity tracker hates me

That’s me after a run. Okay, it’s not me, I’m lazy, haven’t run since the last time I was about to miss a bus, and I bought a Jawbone Up a few months ago to motivate me. I’ve since come to the sad conclusion that my fitness tracker hates me.


Well. At first I had it set to nag me every 30 minutes if I hadn’t moved. This was called an idle alert and it vibrated the  bracelet helpfully to remind me I was being a lazy cow. Except that I wasn’t really being lazy at all. I was on a train, or a bus, or a deadline. The problem was that it didn’t know that my lack of physical activity wasn’t always down to Eastenders and Netflix, but most of the time I was doing things that paid for luxuries like a smart phone with a Jawbone app that nags me.

I soon turned that function off. It made me feel  guilty when I WAS being lazy and  just annoyed me.

I loved the nifty sleep function. I really like getting geeky and seeing how  much sleep I’ve had, dream sleep, deep sleep and light sleep. As I expected, most of my sleep is light, which is  my beloved’s farts always wake me up! Its a great function…until it starts nagging you to go to bed. “Smart Coach noticed you’ve been going to bed late recently” and “Try to go to sleep before 9.53 to get enough sleep”

I’m 45! It’s a while since anyone’s told me  it’s past my bedtime.

Even better, if I do defy smart coach, it tells me off. “You missed your bedtime!”


Another reason my activity tracker hates me is that I don’t do 10,000 steps a day. I mean, sometimes I do. But you know, rain, cold, work, Hollyoaks. So it tells me how many steps I do and helpfully adds, “You haven’t been  your normal active self today”

Smart Coach is a sarcastic cow.

If my heart rate is a bit high when I wake up, it helpfully suggests that I might like to drink more water, do some yoga or go to bed early. I was probably just having one of those awful nightmares about spiders. Or my ex husband.

So why can’t I just take it off and stamp on it? It’s because when I do hit my step target, sleep for eight hours and drink eight glasses of water, I feel like I’ve achieved something. Until smart coach tells me I missed bedtime AGAIN…

If you want to torture yourself with your lack of activity or erratic sleep habits, find out more here…. https://jawbone.com/up




No More ‘D’ Word!

If you think that the only way to get healthy is deprive yourself of all the c’s (chocolate, cake, crisps, cheese and Chardonnay) – this week’s guest poster, the lovely Kerry, can tell you otherwise. She was diagnosed with diabetes earlier this year and had to change her lifestyle – but after having the same experiences as most of us when she tried dieting, she decided to take another route.

Kerry has got fit and healthy by being kind to herself, listening to her body, and taking it slowly…I’ll let her explain.


I love food, especially cheese! Cheese & a LOT of other food has made me fat. I got fed up with being fat so decided to do something about it. I won’t bore you, but like most curvy girls I’ve tried every diet under the sun. Clearly they all failed! I always ended up even fatter after each diet as I wanted to eat everything I had been depriving myself of. I’m also an emotional eater, so the mere hint of stress and there I would be with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s or a slab of cheddar.

It took its toll on my body, I was diagnosed as being diabetic among other things, so in January this year after the usual Christmas/New Year pig out I decided to change my lifestyle. I also had a goal as I was marrying my lovely hubby in April & didn’t want to look like a roly poly blancmange in my wedding dress.

I looked at various local gyms but as soon as I rang FitClub I knew it was the place for me. I spoke to Zoe, the owner & she invited me to go for an initial look around, chat & if I wanted a quick & painless fitness test. The gym is not part of a chain, I would describe it as compact and bijou! There will never be more than 5 people working out at the same time as you. The group sessions are mostly for ladies, different times on different days run by Zoe or her trusty sidekick Teresa. Neither of them are young gym bunnies, thank god, they are all women who have battled with their weight (I’ve seen photographic evidence!) and therefore are incredibly understanding about wobbly bits!

What I do…

I see Zoe once a week for an hourly Personal Training session (PT) in which she weighs me & then puts me through my paces. It is hard work, I sweat like a pig but feel fantastic afterwards. She occasionally measures the wobbly stuff – I have managed to lose 15cm off my waist – go me! But the old bingo wings are taking a while longer as only 2cm off so far. I do like to have a little moan whilst exercising but Zoe has a fantastic non bullying attitude which encourages you to keep going without making you feel like you are going to keel over!  I also go to a group session that Teresa runs. There are 3 other ladies who are lovely & we have a good old natter while exercising. Zoe also runs Pilates classes, which I go to, again another group where we have a laugh & exercise. If you would have told me at the beginning of the year I would be exercising 3 times a week I would have spat my ball of Mozzarella at you!


But my lifestyle changes have worked! I’ve lost just over 2 stone. From my post Christmas weigh in at home it is actually over three stone. I’ve been eBaying my old clothes to make a few pennies to pay for more clothes. A lot of people have commented that I’ve lost weight, but more importantly I feel better in myself. I’ve dramatically cut down my cheese intake, something I NEVER thought would happen. Hubby & I have reduced our portion sizes as we were eating enough for a rugby team between us. We are eating much healthier, particularly me, being veggie was making me lazy, hence the cheese addiction!

Hard Work!

Some days are hard work, especially when all I really want is an Indian take-away or macaroni cheese. I do let myself have them if I really want them, and a tipple or two at the weekends if I fancy it. I’m doing it at my pace, i.e. I may have a bad week but I get back on track. I’m only human & have failed too many diets to use the “d” word again.

I know how important the exercise is as early in the Summer I put my back out. I was miserable as I couldn’t even put my own socks on (poor hubby). I really wanted to pig out as I was bored and fed up. I didn’t want to move to the loo unless I was desperate, so not a hope of leaping around on the cross trainer! I missed exercise, something I NEVER thought I would have said! I missed the social aspect of the classes too, as they are now a fun part of my week. I have been seeing a Chiropractor for years but he only ever gave my back a quick fix, it would still take days or weeks to get back to “normal”. I went to see Zoe who already knew all about my back & put me on light exercise duty with exercises I could easily do at home.

I will be carrying on with my exercise sessions, my much healthier lifestyle and (don’t tell Zoe) my naughty take-aways. As you can see from the pic I’m never going to be a skinny minny. I will be yippee skippee if I got to a size 16 & can shop wherever I want, which is where I am heading. I’m totally realistic and know this will take months, there’s no quick fix. I’m no longer a miserable size 24 getting out of breath going up the stairs, my health problems have improved dramatically and I’m much happier in myself.

Believe in yourself lovelies as you are the only one that can help you get to where you want to be.

Fluffy hugs

Kerry x

Big plug for Zoe – http://www.fitclub.org.uk/page1.html




Fat girl enters a marathon, Atkins, Lighter Life and my ‘annus horriblis’

Cheap-Air-Max-17006Could I really run a marathon? That was the question I pondered to myself after watching some of the London Marathon last weekend. I didn’t think so – I know I certainly couldn’t run 26 miles at the moment and I doubt very much I would be able to do it by next year. I would struggle to run much more than 26 minutes, to be fair.

So I set about Googling, and I Googled assorted daft questions like, “Can you walk the London Marathon?”

Apparently, you can. But you’re likely to incur the wrath of the running fraternity if you do, unless of course you’re dressed up as a giant teddy bear or something. It’s only OK to be slow if you are in a costume. Other than that, walking is seen as a bit of a cop out.

While I was Googling though, I came across the ‘Shine Marathon’, which is a full 26 mile walk through London. In the dark. I could do that, I thought, and of course I signed up, didn’t I? It’s in September so I’m training already and so far my longest walk has been 6.5 miles. I’ve got a long old slog in front of me as even six miles gave me blisters…I need better shoes! I’d love it if you’d sponsor me too…

I’ve had lots of thinking time on my walks so far and I’ve been writing blog posts in my head. And then forgetting them. It’s a bit hard writing them at the moment because I promised not to play the blame game, and it’s true, everything that’s happened has been because of the way I reacted to it. But 2001 really was a shit year. I forgot to mention that I got engaged in 2000, didn’t I? Well I knew he was going to ask me, L more or less told me so I took full advantage and made sure she knew the style I wanted and the ring size. L knew most things about my relationship before I did! We didn’t actually have a plan to get married, we just thought we’d do it when we had saved enough. And when I’d lost weight, naturally.


Remember when Atkins was all that people were talking about? That and the South Beach Diet which was just Atkins with a few more veggies thrown in. I tried Atkins for about two days and all the protein made me want to barf. I’m not a low carb kinda girl. I couldn’t really see how any diet that said fruit was a bad thing could be sensible anyway and had plenty of arguments about it on online forums.

In 2001, after being booted out of the job I loved, I went back to work in the design agency where L was now working. This was a BAD move. I’d worked there before and quite liked it, only for about six weeks and as an assistant project manager, so I did quite a few interesting things. When I went back I was depressed, still in shock from being made redundant like that and working as a print manager which was a steep learning curve to say the least. I wasn’t the cheery, happy “I’ll do anything” person I’d been a year or so before, and I didn’t want to be there.


Happier Days – before being made redundant from Spa Plus

The place seemed oppressive and image-obsessed, and I was the only fat person there. Some of the very well paid directors and account managers tottered around on designer kitten heels trailing clouds of expensive perfume behind them, and were so damn thin it made me feel like an elephant. With my confidence dropping through the floor, I didn’t really make an effort. It was a six month contract, and when it got to the end, they didn’t keep me on. There was no more work for me to do, I wasn’t really surprised, but it was the icing on the cake and I was out of a job properly now.

So, you’d expect that Husband #2 would have been supportive? Nah. He said I needed to pull myself together and sort myself out, blamed me for the fact I’d been dumped out of a job three times in 18 months and said (not for the last time) that I wasn’t the person he’d fallen for and that I seemed to attract bad luck.

I cashed in an old endowment policy (remember those?) and we managed to get by. I was only unemployed for six weeks or so, and I managed to get another job with the University of Cambridge, this time editing submissions for a website aimed at genius kids. It was only three days a week and the money was crap but it was better than benefits so I hauled myself into Cambridge and back (H#2 was still working in Cambridge) and did my bit. The only thing tht kept me going was chatting to the mate who rescued me from Spa Starvation Hell on MSN (from now on I’ll just call him my cheerleader) and the nuts woman I worked with…who was Portuguese I think, talked so fast I could only generally pick up one word in three, and was on some bizarre diet where she drank shakes and ate revolting smelling bars. Lighter Life!!

(This was H#2′s album of choice in the car. Just about summed up 2001!)

Just as things had settled down a bit, a couple of weeks before Christmas 2001, my Nan died. I was heartbroken – despite living 150 miles apart me and Nan had always been close. Christmas was rubbish – I had no money, H#2 was in a bad mood, the fridge broke on Christmas Day and the oven door broke between Christmas and New Year. I spent the whole of Christmas & New Year eating junk food to console myself and was getting close to 15 stone by 2002.

Husband #1′s words came back to haunt me; I once asked him “Would you still love me at 15 stone?” and he said, “Yes, but DON’T!”

I felt just about the size of a bus. I hated how I looked, and I was supposed to be a bridesmaid to L and P in 2002. I had to do SOMETHING.