Ooops Numbers Do Matter

I have half heartedly started another diet. The love handles are a pain. If you maintain a deficit of 500  calories a day you will probably lose a pound a week. If you run for an hour you burn up 850 calories. So far so good. So 2 days a week I do just that. Before my run I may have a small cchocolate bar, 120 cal say and after the run a protein drink which, I have just discovered, is a wopping 750 cal. This efecrively wipes out the run, though there are other benefits to the run. So the sad fact is the 1 hour runs are potentially conterproductive from a weight loss point of view. A bit of a shock I must say and a rethink is required.

Not too shabby after all.

Well its 10 pm and I did actually manage to do a photoshoot.  The original plan was to start a lot earlier but inertia and something else, not sure what got in the way. Up at 8 and expected to be in front of the camera by 12.  Nope, it did not happen, actually had a bath at 12 ish.  Shaved most of my body which took a surprisingly long time but finally got going by 1 ish. Makeup went on OK and all in all went wellish. Felt quite disappointed when had to stop. looking at the pics well, yes, the face does look old, no getting away from that but the body is OK, could be thinner but not too bad. Usual battle finding clothes etc and that does need changing. Two packs of batteries failed, amazingly, fresh out of the wrapper. Suppose I could have gone on and done more but needed to do the boring housekeeping stuff.  Do feel better about things. Need to sort out a place to put clothes etc.  Next time will try to plan ahead a bit more.  Nice to use the Axford's corset and She Said bra. The Ann Summers suspender belt worked well too.
Its March now, 4 weeks ago I was at Brighton and something failed or I thought it did. Lets call it the Mad Hatter Moment. Feel better about it now. Do need a new wig though. The worrying thought is it could be August before I go out dressed again.Thats 5 months, oh dear. Thats not good at all.

Getting Back On The Horse

On sunday I should totally, absolutely, definately, get all day to dress and take pics. What this probably means is a huried session but there we go.  To be honest there is very little new clothes or things to wear.   It could be a bit of a battle finding things.  Need to sort out AA batteries for the flash, charge up the camera battery, ideally find some outfits. The backwash of Brighton still lingers and there is a sense that in some way I might have lost a cwertain somethng, also the face is looking older I feel. I am slowly groping towards a new older girl paradigm but it is still painful to think I will never look young. May hit Newcastle on saturday and will see if there is anything that catches my eye there.