You know its hot when you choose the colour of your clothing dependent on whether you will have visible sweat patches wearing them or not. Therefore you pretty much end up wearing black, the hottest colour possible because you would rather be a heat magnet, then have gigantic sweat patches covering your body. Fashion first obviously.
I am also pretty sure that I nearly managed to brand the 2 year old with the seatbelt this morning. I put her into the car and managed to drop the buckle of the seat belt onto her thigh. If she could have fly kicked me through the windshield, she would have.
After managing to sweat it out all morning, we are currently in the middle of a storm. A storm that has led to not only the two year old attached to my side but the bloody cat and the dog.
The two year old is only scared of the storm because her 8 year old brother got all excited and tried to turn the event into some type of game, where they sprint around the house hiding from the thunder. This was all good until an actual loud thunder clap occurred, which led the 8 year old to scream in excitement but the 2 year old to interpret this scream as a declaration of her immediate death. From that moment on she was not leaving my side, which usually I wouldn’t mind but when you finally sit down on your computer to type out a blog entry, it makes things a little interesting. Especially when the 2 year old wants to help you press the buttons and then the cat decides that it too wants to help press the buttons by walking all over the keyboard… good times for all.
Anyway lets get back to the original point of my entry, my 12 week challenge results.
On my Facebook page I posted a sneak peak at my results.
I was inundated with messages asking:
“Did you really lose that much weigh in 12 weeks”
“What was your diet consisting of”
“Did you photoshop that”
and my personal favourite “that is not even you in the after photos”
Lets start from the beginning. The beginning is my favourite place to start when telling a story. I hate watching those movies where they start at the end and rewind back… I need structure GOD DAMMIT!
Before starting the challenge, I was in a major rut. I was struggling to stick to this fructose free lifestyle because quite frankly I was getting a little bored with it and a lot of depressing things had been occurring in my life that was making it easy for me to turn back to my old friend chocolate.
I knew I was putting on weight, my selfies were looking very double chin like and my clothes were all of a sudden feeling quite snug and guess what?? I didn’t actually care. I had lost my mojo.
It all came to a head when I was at my parents house and decided to use their scales. Our scales had been broken. so I hadn’t weighed myself in quite some time. When I finally weighed myself, I vomitted in my mouth a little. I was pretty much back to my starting weight from when I started my fructose free journey and boy did that hurt.
I feebly attempted to push myself back into my fructose free lifestyle and would go good for about a week and a bit, but then I would find myself binging over a jar of nutella and I would be back to square one again.
The one thing that I knew was missing from my lifestyle was exercise. I had absolutely loved the fact that I was able to get results from this fructose free lifestyle without doing any type of cardio, but I openly admitted that I wasn’t as firm as I was when exercising and the old bingo arms were trying to get a look in. However I was rocking a size 8, so who gave a flying sh*t.
Once I was back at my original weight, I knew that I needed to bring back exercise into the equation. I wanted to feel like I was smashing goals again and I knew that once I got myself into the routine of exercise, I could make myself get back into the routine of healthy eating.
I signed up for a 12 week challenge with Griffin Personal Training. Lets be clear, I am not affiliated with these guys and they do not give me free PT’s for mentioning them or any such deal. However, I have to say Holy mother of Amazing Trainers. They consist of a brother and sister training team and it is pretty much the ying and the yang experience.
Here is a review I put on their website to give you a little insight into how I feel about them.
I will be the first to admit I am quite the bootcamp tart... Attending many boot camps all over town and all I can say compared to Griffin Personal training they are really just glorified "mothers groups".
Griffin Personal Training puts the "amp" in bootcamp. On first impression of the head trainer Tash you will be lead to believe you have just met a small loveable lady. Only one of those 3 adjectives is correct. What she lacks in size, she makes up for in voice and a vocabulary that would make a grown man blush. The other half of Griffin Personal Training is James. You may be thinking I don't want a male training me, but rest assured James is not one of those male trainers who stares at himself in the mirror, flexing when he should be training you, nor does he give you that creepy vibe. Think of James as the brother you always wanted.
The truth is, If you want to get pushed to the brink of vomiting and then some, this is the place to be be. If actually losing weight fast, being kept accountable at all times through pure fear and meeting people at all stages of their fitness journey is where you want to be, then stop being a lazy a-hole and sign up.
Five out of Five star rating.
I knew that if anyone was going to make me accountable, it was them, because obviously being accountable to myself was becoming a huge joke
“hey Jess is it ok if i eat some chocolate”
“sure Jess thats fine”
“are you sure Jess, I mean we aren’t meant to be eating sugar”
“eat all the sugar”
The 12 week challenge included meal plans, unlimited bootcamp and circuit and a 1:1 PT a week. It wasn’t cheap but these things never are. Knowing that I was going to have money coming out of my account fortnightly, meant that if I didn’t pull my finger out and commit, I was going to have to mentally deal with the fact all of that money was being wasted.
I have openly said that I am a competitive person. You tell me I can’t do something and you know that I am going to go out of my way to prove you wrong, even if it means me staying up till 1am each night trying to kick a bloody beanbag from my foot to my knee to my head because some kid said I couldn’t (true story).
I really pushed myself hard in those 12 weeks and my diet was on point. I did have a cheat meal each week, but those cheat meals were never high in fructose because that wasn’t what my brain was craving. It wanted bread and potato and all things carb. My sweet needs were being met with fruit.
Ahh the fruit debate. Are you truely fructose free if you are including fruit in your diet… I say frucking oath you are!! As long as you aren't juicing 20 apples, eating fruit throughout your day is fine.
My will power was once again on point because I didn’t want my trainer ripping out my soul through my throat. I spent the first 3 weeks detoxing hard off the sugar again and craving soft drink, but true to form, after 3 weeks I didn’t want the things my brain was begging for.
The funny thing was, that once I started committing myself to eating healthy and exercising, the weight started to drop off and more importantly my mental health started improving again. I was feeling happy, confident and started changing my goals from being numbers on a scale to trying to run 10km in under 50min or being able to lift something that an adult should lift (my upper body strength could be defined by one word, “sh*t).
My husband was probably my biggest motivator and also my biggest fan. He would constantly tell me how good I was looking and how it inspired him to see me dragging myself out of bed at 4am.
While he was feeling inspired in his comfy bed I was feeling jealous and wanting to kick him in the baby maker for getting more sleep then me. There were a couple of times, I stole his sleep and dragged him out of bed fearing for my life, as I thought there was someone waiting for me near the car port… watching murder mysteries before bed is never a good thing.
I did try at one stage to get my husband to join me in my fitness journey by signing him up to circuit class. However he suffers from Ross River and at certain times of the year, he really struggles with it. Basically he starts getting lactic acid build up straight away when doing anything physical and it can take him weeks to recover. He gave it a good shot but I’m not sure if it was his ego or his body that convinced him that it wasn’t what he needed right now.
I know that not everyone is financially in a position to pay for a trainer etc but it was just the kick start I needed to get my a$$ into gear. There are so many free community programs out there that encourage active living and I just started doing Park Run on a Saturday morning to take advantage of running with a large group of people (less chance of being the one taken out by a magpie, dog or killer).
What I did love about this challenge was there was no set meal plan as such because the whole point of it was to find habits and recipes that suit our families needs and wants. We were given a collection of recipes to choose from and could adjust and do what we wanted to from there. Obviously there were foods that we could not have and that made it easier when meal planning.
The problem with most of these challenges is that the meal plans are unreasonable and can’t be sustained for a long period of time, but this one was perfect. I used a lot of my own recipes for sweets and snacks but stuck to salads etc for lunch and vegetables and a meat for dinner. There were obviously other meals happening in between but I tried to keep it very simple. That way when it was cheat meal day I could indulge and not feel an inkling of guilt because I knew I bloody deserved it.
Without further ado here are my results.