The strange, dark art of running

Running is a strange, masochistic sort of activity. I realised today that I've never blogged about it before, which is silly really because I've been running (jogging/plodding) regularly for 5 years now. I'm not fast, or competitive. I don't have a runner's body, or a particular gift for it. I don't run very long distances…

Eye debris and weight loss frustration

I've got a little while before I start work so, seeing as I just paid to renew my blog domain name, I thought I'd whack out a short post. I have now been sugar-free for three weeks and three days. Let me just remind you that this includes banning the following: actual sugar the usual suspects…

One week, one half marathon, no sugar

I've made it a week without any sugar!   I literally had children waving bananas and fistfuls of Jelly Babies in my face on Sunday during the Eastbourne Half Marathon and still I remained true to my promise to shun all sugar for Lent. In all honesty I probably should have just had a Jelly Baby…

Life without sugar is pretty sweet

Day one of my ban on sugar is over. So far, I'm absolutely fine. I'm still alive, still sort of plump. I haven't descended into a shaking, sweating, angry mess yet.  After reading extensively about the effects of giving up sugar I was actually expecting something a bit more interesting than this. People report headaches,…

First official training run for Eastbourne Half Marathon No.4

After a week of feeling poorly and hibernating in my flat it's time to accept that the year has started, there's lots of scary grown up things to plan over the next few months AND it's the Eastbourne Half Marathon in exactly eight weeks. In classic Zoe style I'm tackling the half marathon training as…

I didn’t make a New Year’s Resolution and now it’s all falling apart

Last New Year's Eve I was in bed before midnight and up for a run before dawn. I was Ms McSmuggington Smug Face. The smuggest of all the smug joggers in their fancy high-vis leggings they got for Christmas. Not this year. This year I got drunk. Not just 'grown-up let's have a game of…

Today: doctors and diets

I am fine, according to the doctor. I needn't have submitted myself to the horrors of collecting a 'faecal sample', or (worse) letting the nurse touch my arm vein. Of course it's a good thing I don't have inflammatory bowel disease (IBD). But I can't help feeling slightly short changed. It took three separate appointments to establish…

90 day SSS cycle 1, day 2 – thoughts so far

I just thought I'd squeeze a really quick post into my lunch-break as, what with all the food prep I'm having to do on the 90 day 'shift, shape and sustain' plan by Joe Wicks (AKA The Bodycoach), I haven't had any time to blog about it yet. The idea of the plan The idea…

Lean in 15 – a new way of eating

I'm going to try a new way of eating. And I don't mean I'll be using chopsticks, or murmuring incantations, or inhaling my food through my nose. It'll still be going in my mouth as per usual. The difference is that, instead of just eating whatever I can be bothered to cook up on any particular…