Morning weigh in: 99.8kgs

No change
Total loss since New Year: 4.0kgs / 8.8lbs

Today’s menu: PV

Watercheck: 1.8l – coffee, diet coke and low calorie cordial

Breakfast

• mug of coffee
• oatbran porridge with sweetener
• 2x microwaved eggs

Lunch

• Pack of Sainsbury’s chicken satay sticks
• 2 slices of cheese

Dinner

• “Fancy” chicken parmagiana

Exercise

• 15 mins cycling to and from roller derby
• 1.5 hours of roller derby (2 hours altogether, but I shaved off 30 mins to take into account warm-up, cool down, stretches and stopping to listen to the coaches)

So you’ll be very proud of me, I managed to drag my sorry arse out of bed this morning and go skating. It was a relatively tough session – we did the 25-in-5 (the bane of every skater’s psyche) as a pack rather than individually. If that means nothing to you, think of this: to become a skater who’s allowed to skate in official WFTDA sanctioned games, you have to pass minimum standards tests. One requirement of the Minimums is to be able to skate 25 laps of the track in 5 minutes. I’ve never managed the 25 laps – I’ve only ever got to 23 on my best day, which is why I’m on the recreational league, not the Big Girls Teams. Anyway, skating the 25-in-5 is gruelling for a normal sized person who’s not a Big Girl Skater, but for someone who’s carrying around as much … “padding” …  as I am, it’s torture. By the 2nd minute of sprinting, your feet are hurting, your back is aching, and you’re starting to get out of breath. By minute 4, the ache has become a searing pain in the base of your spine, your quads are burning, ankles are starting to feel the strain of taking the corners pretty fast, and you’re winded. But you still have a minute to go. This is the point at which I sometimes lose my balance because my limbs have gone all wobbly, and if I lose my balance, I fall down. But you can’t stop, you have to pick yourself up and sprint off again, because every second counts towards achieving that lofty goal of getting the hallowed 25 laps.

I have cried at the end of the five minutes. Several times.

Today, we did it as a group, rather than individually.  I’m one of the slowest skaters in the group, so I was put at the front of the pack (because “you’re only as fast as your slowest skater”) and off we went. It was hard – but not as hard as I thought it would be. We managed 19.5 laps, which I used to struggle to get even on my own, so that was alright.

Anyway, I toddled off home again, and had a light lunch of mini chicken satay sticks after a nice long shower (you get SWEATY doing roller derby!) By 6pm, I was feeling wobbly.

By 7.30pm, I think I had some kind of hypoglycemic episode. I got totally irrational and cranky, and my motor coordination went out the window – I felt like I was watching the world through a long tube. I knew (or rather, J knew) it was time to get some food in me when I dropped a jar of shredded garlic out of the fridge, and it smashed all over the floor.

I actually had a little temper tantrum, right there in the kitchen. It involved growling-howling and punching the air with my fists and stomping my feet. Literally. Poor J had to sooth me, and he cleaned up the mess while I finished making dinner (which COULD NOT have been ready soon enough). (Also, did I mention already that I’m marrying a wonderful man?)

It was seriously tasty, dinner. Very simple:

Chicken, seasoned with whatever your fave chicken seasoning is – I used thyme, paprika, garlic powder, oregano and a little salt. Fried up the chicken breasts in a non-stick pan, then stuck em on a grill pan.  Sliced up some fresh tomatoes and put em on top. Laid a piece of ham on top of the tomatoes. Then topped it all off with a thin slice of low-fat cheese on each, and then put em under the grill until they were done.

Seriously Nom. It cured my hypoglycemic rage, and J could rest easy again. And now I’m off to bed.

xx