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.
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
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!!!