I started back at the gym last week with a dance class. It was heaps of fun and lots of sweat and unco-ordination on my part, but I managed to keep up for the most of it. Shock!
I'm going to the gym at least once a day, sometimes twice - which I don't like doing yet, but my partner is pushing me. I'm sure I will thank him in a few months. Right now I want to beat his knee with the underside of a hockey stick..... but I wont.
I suppose I'm feeling like an addict who has gone cold turkey. My meals now consist of salad and tuna, fish and chicken. OH! How I long for a bowl of pasta or a slice of blackforest cake!!
I AM MISERABLE!! Hating life right now..... can't wait to get past this hurdle. I look forward to the day where I don't feel compelled to throw a tantie; but right now, I'm owning it!
This morning I went to a class at the gym that was all about weights.... how I didn't end up injuring myself, I don't know! Then I leapt gracefully from the class to the treadmill to saunter off another 150cals.
Made the mistake of jumping back on the scales after my workout.. No change. Nothing at all. Maybe the damn machine was broken?