Oooooh, I love a bit of cake. Oooooh, cake. Oooooh, cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake.

Well I turned 40 yesterday. Bloody hell that snuck up on me. I don't FEEL 40. I still have the maturity level of an 8 year who still laughs at farts. *snigger*
I had a bit of a shin-dig on Saturday night & put on Mz Vicki's Truck Stop Diner party.
It was a corker of a night. I am so blessed to have awesome friends & family who are all as bat-shit crazy as me. Great music Great Food Great Company. Bleedin Brilliant!

 

Mum got me an amazing chocolate mudcake of which I have eaten a mountain of. I now feel like a pasty white blonde haired version of Jabba The Hut. I feel gruesome.

 

 

I also had wines at my party. Yep after 7 months I had wines. I felt ok but the next day my guts felt like I had drink a litre of straight balsamic vinegar mixed with ribena. Not good.

Well I've had my tipple and I think I'll stay off the turps from now on.

 

 

I'm trying SO hard to get motivated. To get my 12wbt mind-set right.

I just feel like I can't be arsed. It's just such a friggin effort!

Even writing this blog is taking it out of me.

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I know I know I know I just got to flippin DO IT.

I did a sneaky weigh in this morning. OMFG. NOT GOOD.

NOT GOOD AT ALL.

 

OK THIS IS MY EXERCISE GOAL THIS WEEK.

 

MONDAY:  No exercise because it was my birthday & SHUT-UP

TUESDAY:  12wbt TONING WORK-OUT

WEDNESDAY:  back to Spin class where I will probably vomit or pass out or pass-out in my vomit

THURSDAY: I'm going to try a U-Bounce class. It is meant to strip the fat straight out of your thighs onto the floor of the gym as you bounce on mini tramps.

FRIDAY:  12wbt TONING WORK-OUT

SATURDAY: SSS

SUNDAY: Moan & Whimper & Whinge about the pain.

 

I flippin HATE being a boomba but Geez it shits me that I have to work so bloody hard to lose it.

Call the wahhhbulance!

 

Please somebody send me some motivation!!!

xoxoxoxoxoxox