Oh dear... The kids are all in bed & I decided to start the whole exercise thing again. Now, I started doing Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred a while back, did 3 days & got bored. I was slimmer back then (I think I was about 2 stone lighter than I am now) & found it way easier than I do now. I'm sweating in places I never knew existed, never mind knew you could perspire from. At one point, I think I might actually have begun to weep.
Amazon: Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred
^ Anyone considering doing it, give it a try. 20 minutes worth of torture & that's it. Not hours of toiling away, 20 minutes of pure TORTURE & you can flop in a heap somewhere & have a slice of cake (oh no wait, that's not how it works, is it?)! JILLIAN MICHAELS YOU CRUEL MISTRESS!! But we'll see if it works, the proof is in the pudding & all that jazz. With the way I'm feeling tonight, after 29 more days of this, I'll probably be a shadow of my former self (mental note to allow an extra portion of cake so not to overdo it ;)). I'm sitting here currently regretting my actions because there's a mahoosive chance that I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning & not actually be able to move from my bed. I'm frightened to say the least.
I've totally fallen off the wagon with the whole healthy eating thing again. I don't know what's wrong with me. Willpower just is not my thing. Okay, I managed to quit smoking (eventually) but food, bad food for that matter, is just... No, I can't do it. How do you resist the call of the cream cake? Ignore the scent of baked goods in the air? Dismiss the glorious sight of chocolate lining the walls of the newsagents? Forever the pessimist, I'm setting myself up for failure. Can see it already...
Anyway, today was a bit of a non-event. Nothing exciting or dramatic happened for a change. Unless of course you count going to the dentist in a total flap to be sent away with some new toothpaste after freaking yourself out. Or even better, an almost 5 year old throwing a wobbly for over an hour over crisps. CRISPS!! A single packet of crisps. The noise, oh the noise, of a screeching child who is so tired that the desire for a packet of crisps he cannot have is so strong it's tearing his world apart, is a sound that will haunt me to the grave. I actually think my ears might still be ringing. Good job the night ended with apologies & cuddles or else I think my hair would've all turned grey & fallen out by now. Maybe in the morning we can have a fist fight over a mango or something *shrugs*.
(Note: I do not actually get into fist fights with children, before anyone gets excited! Or adults for that matter.)
- M
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