Officially a week in to this dieting hoo-ha now; have dropped a grand total of 4 pounds which I was
exceedingly excited about when I hopped on the scales this afternoon! That took me down to 12 stone 2, at this rate I'll need to buy a new belt (dammit, since when did dieting get so expensive???!).
Anyway, as the title of this blog post suggests, I decided to celebrate with a cheese toasty for lunch. And yes, it was good. Very, very good.
Yesterday was a struggle, I was having a bit of a grumpy/generally motivation lacking day, ate more than I'd intended to and couldn't quite convince myself to exercise. Finally, around 9.30pm the guilt really began to sit in (eating a bit too much
and not exercising?!) so I got off my (fat) lazy arse and managed a total of 75 push ups, 150 crunches, 20 lunges and 20 pelvic lifts (or whatever the heck they're called), felt alot better for it!
There are people that say 'I love working out', 'it gives me time to think', 'it keeps me sane', 'it makes me happy'..... these people are weird (and
wrong, if you ask me). I HATE the working out, HATE HATE
HATE it. But, I feel fantastic afterwards and, if I time it right, it gets me off to sleep alot quicker. Which, as an insomniac, I really can't complain about.
On that note.... if anyone wants to buy me the belt pictured below I'll love them forever, well, at least until I need a new one again (oh the beauty of wishful thinking).