That's not Sweat. It's my Body Crying.

Saturday was my second SSS (Sixty Second Screamer) Saturday. Basically it is a circuit of a mix of weights & cardio. You jump on say the Chest Press machine & for the next 60 seconds you blast out as many reps as you can before your heart & lungs implode and you scream in agony.

I have to do 3 circuits. So off I trundled to the gym. This time I didn't so much skip as amble through the front doors. Last week's horror was still fresh in my mind.

I must say, I started off full of verve with thoughts like "Vickster you are totally kickin' it baby! Lean & Mean Baby Lean & Mean!" My first circuit had me firing on all cylinders & full of enthusiasm.

Half way around circuit two something happened.

I do not actually BURP half way through. This is short for BURPEES.

I'm not sure if my blood sugar dropped like a dodgy elevator or if my girlie bits suddenly realised that Sunday is TTOM (That Time of The Month) but my energy levels went from 8 to about a 4.

I was flaggin'. My face started to contort like a dog eating a nettle.

Every push of the press or pull of the bar, every lift of the weight & every jump of the leg I struggled.

Man oh man I was suddenly so very tired.

But, I pushed through. I uped the weights but slowed down on the reps. Instead of doing step ups on a two-tiered step I bought it down to one step.

It didn't help that I had forgotten my ipod & so had to suffer the ear cancer that is Nova FM that was cranked over the speakers playing the latest hits with a bullet (or something). I'm sorry but Adele, even though her voice is lovely, does not get my pulse racing & push me through the pain of doing shitful Mountain Climber moves. And what is that god-awful song I'm Sexy and I know It.  Vomit.

About 4 moves into circuit 3 I thought "Stuff this I'm going home" BUT...... I didn't quit.

I pushed through.

Even when the elderley man on the lat pull-down asked me if I was ok.

Once again my face was bright red & I looked like I was going to have a brain embolism.

"Stick it up ya bum you fit old bastard" is what I thought but instead I chirperly said "Oh I go bright red & my eyes glaze over like this ALL the time. Nothing to worry about!Thanks mate"

I only burnt seven hundred and something calories but I reckon that's still pretty bloody good.

Sure enough TTOM arrived on Sunday which has meant that for the last 2 days it has felt like my reproductive organs are being grated with an a cheese grater. I didn't exercise on Sunday (Mish says no) & I didn't do any on Monday due to some family stuff I had to do.

Today I am meant to be doing weights but because I missed out yesterday I am going to do cardio.

I don't have high hopes for tomorrow's weigh in because when Aunty Flo comes to visit she normally brings with her at least 1 kilo of bloatiness & water retension. Bitch.

We'll see though.

Fingers crossed.

I'm Sexy and I Know It...... NOT.