I’m starting to realise I’m social retard (well I actually realised that a long time ago but…). My sister is working Friday and Saturday nights now and I have nothing to do. I’m sure there are things I can do – I could watch a movie or do something like that, but can’t really be bothered. I was going to ring Andy and go over and watch the footy with him, if he was home – but again can’t be bothered. Instead I’m just bored. At least I’m not eating.
Last night I walked into the gym. I love going into the boxing studio and playing around on my own. I work much harder doing that than during boxing class – esp when you consider we spend the first 15 mins of class doing warm ups (usually on the spin bikes – if I wanted do that, I’d go to spin class) and 15 mins doing cool down then a decent part of that remaining 30 mins with the instructor explaining stuff, depending on how many newcomers are in the class. Last night I spent 40 solid minutes of work – 4 mins hitting stuff, 1 min skipping, repeat… Hard, hard work.
Afterwards I went to Borders to check that new book by that chick, Michelle something or other from the Biggest Loser. I don’t buy weight loss books because they are one third photos showing you how to do stuff like squats and one third recipes I’ll never make because they have ingredients I don’t eat. She did have some good stuff in it though. Like if you say losing weight is your top priority then go eat a slice of cake… because it looks good, or you feel sad or whatever … then weight loss is obviously NOT your top priority (I’m pretty liberally paraphrasing here).
That is so true for me. I *say* I want to lose weight but I’m so easily sidetracked. Yesterday I had french toast for lunch FOLLOWED by a fruit tart!!!! After I ate that, I remembered I wanted to lose weight. Oops.
Anyway, I got home and had a salad with tuna for dinner so at least that was low calorie.
My mission for this week is to not get sidetracked from my purpose. Losing weight. With the amount of exercise I do, I should be losing weight easily if I ate right. No more cake. No more french toast. Not until I fit into my pants!