Shit. Bum. Poo. Arse. Balls. Stink. Frik. Fudge.
Back to the beginning I go.
What a bum ache.
Last night I was all gung-ho about getting back into the gym. I printed out my Week 9 exercise plan.
I printed out my gym program. I highlighted with my fancy Artline 660 the classes I would be attending.
"RIGHT VICKI" I scolded myself "Pull your finger out of your flabby lard arse and get back into it. Good eating. Exercise until you are sweating and cursing your mother's name. Say NO to sugar."
Then I get a phone call on the way home. It is my super duper gorgeous nephew's 2nd birthday & the fam is gathering to celebrate the little dude.
No gym AGAIN. My planned healthy dinner out the window. I also didn't get a chance to prepare my lunch for today (so I had Carmen's Muesli with banana).
I must admit I had my cranky elastic waisted pants on big time. My hideous Millers size 18 pants. FML.
Dammit. Sometime life just seems to get in the way.
Mind you, it was worth it as I was sitting eating a slice of his chocolate birthday cake watching the little tacker dancing to Gangham Style. Cuteness overload.
Today I AM going to the gym.
I am going to do the 5.30pm SPIN class.
I WILL feel like I am going to DIE.
I may cry like a baby.
SHIT IT ALL.
PS: THANK YOU SO MUCH for your comments. They truely do help me heaps & heaps.