Bloody hell, life is moving so quick at the moment. Four weeks from today I will be Mrs Scottish Companion. March 3 is the big day, mark it in yer diaries, kids! I guess that means I should hurry up and find something to wear.
Anyway, apologies for yesterday’s hasty entry. I usually write my entries at work and post them when I get home, but work has been too crazy for that. So instead of a nice coherent entry you’re stuck with random ramblings!
I was pretty happy with the 0.6 kg lost last week, but I need to be careful on the weekends. I did my very last shift of my shitty second job on Saturday, and had a few chocolate digestive biscuits and other rubbish, my reasoning being, "I’ll never be here again with these FREE COOKIES!". By Saturday night I had no energy and a throbbing headache. It’s amazing how quickly bad food makes me feel bad. I got right back on track though, which is progress.
There is so much change going on at the moment my head is swimming. There’s the whole marriage thing and before that the moving house thing, the finding a frock thing. Then the applying for the visa thing. All in the next month. But as sad as this is going to sound, the change I am most flustered about is the Gym Change. I got hold of the timetable for the Council gym near SC’s place and it’s alright I spose. It’s just not the smorgasbord of classes I’ve been spoiled with at my current place. I could go on any day or night and there’d always be something on. If I missed Pump on one night, rest assured there’s be another in a day or so. With this place there’s only two Pumps I could make, one Body Combat and one Body Balance per week. And no Body Jam.
Waaaah! My current gym is great coz the classes are scheduled so you can do a cardio class followed by Pump, or vice versa, so you can get in a great cardio and weight training session in one visit to the gym. As I’ve said before, I thrive on being told what to do – in the exercise sense. I like the classes because they push me to my limit, whereas on my own doing running or some cardio machine I often get bored or lazy.
Looks like I will have to get over that if I want to get fit. Let’s look at this as an opportunity to shake up the routine and push myself harder without the use of a shouty instructor. But if anyone wants to buy me a PERSONAL TRAINER for a wedding gift, knock yourself out! People keep asking us about gift registers but we don’t need towels or ice buckets or casserole dishes. Hehe.
How’re you all doing?