Ingredients 2 x 65 Flatbreads Calorie controlled cooking spray 3 bacon medallions 1 small onion 300g Chestnut mushrooms (sliced) 6 tablespoons of tomato puree 150g spinach 160g grated cheese (reduced fat is better, but I used lactose free cheddar, due to my intolerance).
Easier, quicker and healthier than a takeaway, this pizza uses a ready-made flatbread for a base.
Preheat the oven to 200°C/180°C fan/Gas mark 6. Line 2 baking trays with baking paper. Put the flatbreads on the tray.
Meanwhile, mist a large non-stick frying pan with the cooking spray. Cook the bacon, mushroom and onions over a medium-high heat, stirring for 3 minutes.
Spread the flatbreads with the tomato puree. Set aside a large handful of the spinach.
Top the flatbreads with the remaining spinach, cheese & bacon,onion & mushroom combo.
Bake for 10 minutes or until the bases are golden and crisp.
Cut the pizzas in half and serve topped with the reserved spinach.
7 WW Smart points (approx)
Real Life Review
When I did these, I think I personally would have put a little less tomato puree on them, as with the onions, this made it a tiny bit sweet for me. Also I didn’t put the as much spinach on as the recipe said, and this was a mistake on my behalf. The spinach was actually really nice & I will do more next time. Overall I would give this recipe 9/10. Easy to make and delicious!
Oh. My. God. I went to Weight Watchers tonight to “face the scale”. I hadn’t really that strict with my points over the last couple of days and honestly I felt heavy if anything today. But as I stepped onto the scale it registered a 2lb loss! My leader looked at me and said “2.5lbs on” and I understandably looked confused. She had misread 0.5 as 5.0 and after I hopped off the scales and then back on to clarify, the second weigh in showed a 2.5lb loss!!!
So here are my stats:
Stats so far.
I am pretty impressed with my little self. I also noticed a slight change in exercise today when I visited Blackpool Football Club. As I arrived at the club, one of the young people I had come to see told me that presentation I was attending was on the 2nd floor which was 4 flights of stairs and I could take the lift. But I happily skipped up the stairs and wasn’t THAT out of breath at the top. I realised much later that my attitude towards that sort of stuff has really changed. I have gone from:
I am NOT walking up the stairs – where is the lift? ⬇
Begrudgingly saying to myself “Oh I guess I had better take the stairs, I guess it’s good for me” ⬇
Today: No, it’s ok, I will take the stairs. ?
So that’s me this week, 23.5 lbs down after 14 weeks, lots of lbs to go, but honestly I am feeling SO much better. Apparently too I have only got 1.5lbs to go until I have lost 10% of my original body weight. Go bloody me.
I have been married to Mr Gilliblogs for a while now and we were together for 8 years before that. But he surprises me even now. We were talking about our Getting Healthy vibes and in particular about exercise. One of my goals in my healthy eating journey was to try to enjoy exercise and I was talking about this and basically moaning that, apart from walking, I had never really found something I liked doing.
M looked at me and said “Ok, I am going to say something you might not like”…. “If you wanna get healthy, you might just have to do exercise you don’t like”. I just stared at him, but he was on a roll. He went on to explain that if I had a choice between chocolate or salad, I would choose chocolate, but part of getting healthy is that I don’t chose chocolate and have the salad instead, as I know it’s good for me.
I’ve been eating healthier and making healthy food choices since May and the results are definitely showing with 21lbs lost so far. But my head was still saying to me that I couldn’t start exercise as I didn’t like it, when really what I should have been thinking was that even though I didn’t like it, my healthy choice would be to do it anyway as long-term, I would feel better.
As humans we often choose short-term gain over long-term success… “Ok I will have this bar of chocolate as it will taste nice and make me feel good”. But often this is followed by regret and long-term, a Kit Kat Chunky habit is never going to make anyone healthy.
So I am doing my best to change my mindset. Exercise is good and something that I should do – even if it isn’t my thing. At one time I used to describe salad as “rabbit food” and now I love a good salad. My body won’t change until my mind does.
Tuesday is usually Weigh in Day, but unfortunately I couldnt go to my meeting as I went to London for a work meeting. Today was a VERY long day, and if I am being honest, was a day of 2 halves.
My alarm went off at 5:50am (arrrgghh) and as I am not a morning person, I sort of got ready, zombie-like and left the house at 6:30am. I had packed some Alpen bars for breakfast and made myself a chicken bagel with some Walkers Baked Crisps for lunch, even packing a couple of apples for snacks. Pretty good no?
I got on the train and avoided the Costa goodies at the station and the shop on the train AND in the many eateries at Euston Station. So far so good. My meeting was very long and by 3:30pm I was getting tired and despite eating all the food that had travelled with me, I was feeling hungry.
Well I say hungry, but sometimes it’s hard to distinguish genuine hunger and just wanting something to eat. So I drank more water and soldiered on. I left the office at 4:25pm and made my way back to Euston Station, getting hungrier by the second. I had one apple left, but I had reached a critical point where a single apple (that unfortunately wasn’t that nice) just wasn’t going to cut it.
So I went into Boots and tried to get some snacks that would fill me up until I got home at around 8pm. This was my biggest mistake. I got some nuts and a protein bar thingy, but I really should have just got myself something more substantial to eat and snacked when I got home to my healthy options.
The WW points were high, but within allowable ranges so I chowed down. I got on the train, but an hour into my journey, my hunger pangs returned and I found myself at the shop on the Train getting a grab bag of Walkers Crisps and some Chocolate rice cakes. Total fail. I then called at the petrol station to get more crisps on the way back home and I honestly couldn’t have felt more like a total failure with my food choices for the day.
But there is a lesson to be learned for me here. If I am in that situation again, I should just have eaten something more robust and not worry too much about the time (in my head, 4:30pm was too early to eat my evening meal). I should have gone to one of the restaurants and got myself a jacket potato or something and then I wouldn’t have felt so hungry and I wouldnt have gone so off the rails.
This incident has not only dented my confidence but also made me feel physically poorly all week. My IBS has been so much better since avoiding dairy and eating low fat and the fast injection of crappy food has upset my stomach and I’ve been “Gaviscon at the ready”.
But what I can’t let this do, is let one bad day affect a journey that is ongoing and in fact has been going 84 days already. I have already lost 21 pounds and have lots more to lose. So I need to get back on track, draw a line under London and get back to feeling kick-ass in my jeans again. I have to remember that I am changing my body but I am also changing my mind and whilst at hard things will be bumpy, I must keep looking forward.
I would love to hear how you cope with things like this, please do comment below and share your stories. I know they will spur me on.
p.s. I know it’s not a massive difference, but the picture of me in America in 2014 popped up in my Timehop and so I thought I would put the same clothes on to recreate the picture (sort of) and see if I look any different. It’s not massive, but it’s definitely there.
Now | July 2014 – just under 2 stones (28 lbs) difference.
Today’s blog will be a little different as I just thought I would share a couple of my Instagram posts with you. I wanted to share a little of my journey on social media and Instagram felt like the right platform. I was nervous to share as this is a very personal thing to me, but I had a positive reaction, so I was pleased I did. 🙂
The first post I ventured was to show a happy me after a workout on Sunday afternoon. Davina McCall’s 7 minute workout is good, although the DOMS from all the squats, killed me for a few days!
A post shared by Gill Lysons ??? (@gilliblogs) on
This next post is something I did on today after I had got weighed. The picture on the left is me outside Buckingham Palace, when I went to a garden party there in May 2016. The picture on the right is last weekend when we went to visit our Anfield forever stone. For the first time, I am starting to see a real change…
Which means I’ve lost just over 8% of my original body weight and 5lbs to go until I reach 10% loss. But to be dead honest with you, I do still have bad food days, where the old habits kick in and I reach for for food based comfort, but they aren’t anything like they were and I am much more able to go back to the straight and narrow. Healthy choices and healthy life is what I am aiming for. Happier in my body and body confidence.
So the score on the scales this week is *drum roll* I stayed the same weight as last week. But I am not downhearted at all, in fact I am quite pleased. Cake has been eaten this week, more than once and I definitely had a holiday week in terms of food, so a STS is very fitting. I think the reason for this result, rather than a gain is that BOY did I also do some walking last week!
Total Steps for the week: 60,599 which is an average of 8,567 – which for me is massive. You can see a couple of the days I didn’t really do much but a couple of the days were HUGE walking days. (Wednesday and Thursday in Edinburgh and Saturday in Anglesey).
New week as started, I feel positive and confident to carry on with healthy choices. Here’s to a new week!
I hope that if you reading this, the answer to my questions “Could you sponsor me?” is Yes. You see, I am doing the Haydock Race for Life on Sunday which (if you didn’t know) is a 5k run/walk for Cancer Research Uk. I discovered Race for Life’s in 2004 when I lost my Grandad and in fact I have lost 3/4 grandparents to cancer and then of course my mum in 2015.
I am not a runner, but I do love a good walk and so taking part in the Race for Life means a great deal to me as it makes me feel like I am doing something. Cancer may have taken far too many members of my family, but the more research we do, the more chance we have of it not taking any more. Times have changed, when I first started doing this, someone always knew someone that had been affected by cancer, but now it seems that everyone is affected. No exceptions and I would quite like this to change.
So if you know me, even on Twitter and would lend me fiver if I needed it – then please sponsor me, I really would, love you forever.