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Septembers Stats… Start Weight: 11st 7lb Weight Now: 11 st 5 lb Monthly Loss: 2lb Total loss: 14lb Waist: 29.5″ Miles Run: 55.12 Average Distance per run: 3.6 miles Takeaways eaten: Numerous Beers Drunk: Many A montly review seems more useful than a weekly blather about how many takeaways I’ve eaten. The answer, in September,
Weekly Stats Weight: 11 st 4 lb Lost 3 lb total loss: 14lb Waist: 29.5″ Miles Run: 10.37 A 3 lb loss is great, and I wish I could say that it was deserved, but I suspect it’s merely the results of eating less than I did while I was moving and on holiday when
Well, yesterday was run day! Considering my holiday in May was deluged with downpours you’d think I could have relied on the weather gods to provide me with some nice, nippy September weather that’s so nice to run in, but it was not to be. Yesterday was HOT, and I do not deal well with
When I came back from a week away in May I set myself a challenge. I’d put on far too much weight while I was away, basically stopped doing any exercise and I felt sluggish, fat and none of my clothes fit. So I signed up for a 5k. I’d done a couple of Race
This blog is an edited version of one that appeared over on Retro Chick back in 2010. It’s my full story, fat, thin and everywhere in between! Starting right at the beginning, being a teenager is a pretty rotten time for most people. Like most teenagers I was convinced my size 8, 8 1/2 stone
Weekly Stats Weight: 11 st 4 lb Stayed the same total loss: 14lb Waist: 29″ Miles Run: 15.91 Takeaways eaten: 4 Beers Drunk: Many I can only attribute the fact that I stayed the same weight and lost half an inch off my waist to blind luck and running nearly 16 miles this week. I’m
It was another busy weekend here at Ms Chick Manor. And a busy week ahead, so I just thought I’d share a few weekend photos. Friday started off with The Historical Sauces taking our top to toe vintage retail stall to The Birdcage Vintage Friday’s. We have setting lotion, bandanas, glue on “moonicure” nails, seamed
Ah, The Chap Olympiad. That special time of year when guys and gals with a sense of humour and a penchant for booze and fancy attire descend on a small park in London to pose for photos, behave like idiots and get more than a little bit tipsy before dispersing into the night once more,
Today I am doing something VERY exciting. At least I hope I am. It’s so exciting that I daren’t mention it to anyone as I am convinced it will go utterly, horribly wrong. If it actually happens, then I shall tell you all about it on Friday, by which time I will have got over
