A Short and Dumpy Tale

I was naughty today... I couldn't resist... temptation.. a little devil on my right shoulder, drop kicking the angel on the left!

I gave in.... my chubby little fingers caressing and unwinding and re winding my tape measure as it sat next to me..

I am weak .. I MEASURED MY CALF!!! ohh yes I did, I couldn't wait two more days.. I suppose it might be better to give into this temptation than spluttering cake crumbs as I scoff something.

Soooooo was it worth it.. YES! In just under two weeks I have lost three quarters of an inch around my calf! lalalaala little jiggly dance... oohh wibbling wobbles, shouldn’t of danced.

I resisted the urge to do any other measurements until Friday.. Honestly though I think this is because I am a little worried that there will be no change else where. I have this little niggling doubt that maybe over night my calf may regrow, or some other bizarre silly thing to knock my confidence….

I keep bringing myself down to earth recently.

I have been a little quiet over the last few days with my ramblings... I have not forgotten you my friends. I was just aware I might get a little boring and repetitive... I need my readers to help keep me strong, I didn’t want you to be running to the hills, as I roll out my waffle about weights, cord knitting and drill instructors.

The Dumpy One has settled her flab-oulous bingo wings and amorous thighs into a routine.

SO have I been a good Short and Dumpy One?

The last few days the rain has been filling the clouds, the days grey and threatening. That little inner voice that whispers 'Your hair will get wet!' ‘Your toes will get wet’ ’Your foot pounding would cause a tidal wave in that puddle.’ has been victorious. No run for me ( run meaning jog walk puff puff puff Huffing). I managed to fit in a few little walks, dumpy little arms powering and pushing me up the hill between rain drops, but no rubber has been burnt off of my poor un abused trainers. I suppose I should be content knowing none of my well earned mud, my working out war scars have been washed away from them.

My little waddling shuffle out of doors is better than nothing I suppose… to get my little puffing heart to thud.

A simple rule of thumb is 100 calories per mile for a 180 pound person. (This little tubby person is no where near that average poundage heheh )

For any other lumpy loveliness that might think that their few thousand steps a day isn’t enough, just remember…

You burn more calories per mile at very low speeds because you are basically stopping and starting with each step and your momentum isn't helping to carry you along. That’s not to say that at very high walking speeds you are using more muscle groups with arm motion and with a race walking stride. Those extra muscles burn up extra calories with each step.

The Dumpy One has turned a little obsessive due to climbing the walls because of the weather. . . . Searching the web for fitness facts, and I even started to count calories, viewing portions sizes and generally annoying myself being fanatical...

I want to drag you into my obsession… Look at my new favourite website http://www.wisegeek.com/what-does-200-calories-look-like.htm. It does exactly what it says! Pictures of 200 Calories of Various Foods.. Seeing a spoonful of peanut butter is a little scary. 34 grams = 200 Calories compared to Celery weighing in at 1425 grams = 200 Calories.

Other facts to get my curvy backside moving…

A pound of fat equals 3500 calories. To lose 1 pound a week you will need to expend 3500 more calories than you eat that week, whether through increased activity or decreased eating or both.

Oooooo I am even boring myself now….

One thing though.. did you realise there are 'servings' in a chocolate bar? Uhuhuh, hmmmm. Not going to comment any further on that one, other than say a serving for me would be a whole bar! (I only nibbled a corner I promise you. biting my lip as I turned away from the smooth taste that caressed my little deprived taste buds!)



Tonight I creak.... I am sat here now flexing my little short tree trunk legs, I could sell myself as a percussion instrument!.

Tonight’s squats were accompanied with miniature drum beats as my knees knocked and clicked with every 'down and pulse!'. At the start I could almost fool myself into thinking there was a cricket inside the room. At least I was keeping a tuneful tempo…

I think I may have been punishing my wobbly bits into submission in more of a dominatrix fashion than I should have…. Equip me with a whip and some spiky heels.

Aches and pains daily reminders of the 90 minutes sessions that I have been pummelling my uncoordinated wobbly bits into obeying.

OOoOoo but I am going to obey my need for beauty sleep now.. If only because it means one less sleep until I can caress my tape measure again!

Isn't it strange the way we reward ourselves...

Sweet dreams

S xx