In Your Face!

I did it! I lost that bloody half a pound! It was all I lost last night, but to be honest it was all I cared about. There was much cheering and woo-hooing, but I did manage to stop myself lifting my shirt above my head and running round the room in a Real Madrid style celebration!

  So I now have a keyring and certificate in my possession and my next goal is to my 15%, which will mean losing another stone, I’ve set myself the target of July to achieve this, although if I lose it before that’s perfectly fine with me!

  I’ve decided I need to step up my exercise regime this week, at the moment I’ve been relying on walking the dog, who has been my secret weapon since January. Cyril and I will still be heading off on our daily adventures, but I need to add in other things.

 I hate going to the gym, it’s not a place I belong. I have decided this after many years of taking part in exercise classes where the instructors feel the need to talk to you in a louder voice because you’re fat, which clearly translates to them as “stupid”. I’ve had a few “odd” experiences in classes too, there was the body pump class, where one woman got really upset because I’d set my step up using 2 black and a purple stack on one side and a pink and 2 purple on the other side. Apparently she didn’t like this, it caused her anxiety and she wasted the first 10 minutes of the class checking everyone’s step. I kid you not with this; I was more upset because I’d lost 10 minutes of earning bonus points! Then there was the body combat cult. This class was taught by a woman, who was covered in tattoos and had calf muscles that made a Chippendale’s bulge look tiny, she also liked to shout and make everyone shout “HERE” at various points, which gave me the giggles because I felt like I’d walked onto the set of a porn film! She also did that thing, where she pretty much ignored me because clearly she didn’t want a fattie in her class! I knew I’d made a terrible mistake when as I was waiting for it to start the 3 yummy mummy’s I was stood near got “super excited”, because it was “super hilar” that they’d all worn grey joggers. (Anyone else find that super hilar????) Then there was the man who thought the class was a 70’s kung Fu film and spent some time deciding which bandana to wear form the coloured selection hanging from his waist! I didn’t go back.

So my fitness regime this week, will consist of Cyril, my Pussycat Dolls workout DVD, although I suspect as I gyrate to them singing “don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me”, there’ll be a resounding no from all men folk! But the thing I’m most excited about is the fact I’ve dug my old hula-hoop out the shed and will be hula-ing to Spice Girls tunes all week!