Wednesday Weigh-in Day.
So far not really a day that fills me with dread.. It's been a day that fills me with hope & vigor.
Until today.... if I could put a sound effect on here it would be that noise from Wheel of Fortune when the wheel landed on Bankrupt. Wawawawarrrrrrrrrrrr. As I stepped onto the scales I could almost hear Baby John saying "Vicki do you want to buy a vowel *snigger*". L___SER.
Gain of 300g. Bummer Dude.
I only have myself & my engorged fallopian tubes to blame. Thanks Aunty Flo...NOT.
I thought about going back to the loo to try & squeeze out a bit more wee but I quickly gave myself a mental uppercut. "Don't be silly Vicki" I scolded "If you trim your toenails that has GOT to be at least 150g!"
My work pants have got that super sexy baggy in the arse look now. Kinda like MC Hammer pants.
I have definately dropped a dress size. In the bottom half anyway. I don't think any inches have come off the Girls. Dammit. I think they are becoming a bit mooshier though. Not good.
Yesterday I hit the gym & did Monday's cardio workout.
Rower - 5 mins
Run/Walk - 20 mins
X Trainer - 10 mins
Lunges - 5 mins
Sprint/Walk - 5 mins
Abs - 5 mins
I was meant to Walk for 2 minutes & Run for 3mins but I just couldn't do it. My lungs thought I was running up Mt Warning. So I walked for 1 minute & ran for 1 minute. Better than nothing.
I burnt 485 calories.
I'm definately feeling a bit trimmer.
My nw motto is : LEANER, FITTER STRONGER.
I just keep repeating it to myself.
Better than my previous motto: DRUNK, DRUNKER, STUFF