So, after downing a pint of Haagan-Dazs ice cream this evening after work, I realised things have to change. I mean, I’m not even on my monthlies for crying out loud! How can I excuse a whole tub of Pralines ‘n’ Cream? The answer is: I can’t. I just can’t. I can only think of how to justify my major mistake.
That is by running. And cycling. And the occasional swim, and every other fitness-related activity inbetween. Thus begins the deluded diary of a 22-year old young lady trying her best to lose weight and get fit the hard sensible way.
And so I have decided that tomorrow morning I am going to get up, eat porridge (& Onken, yumyum) and NOT a Pot Noodle for breakfast. I am going to do crunches and sit ups and weights and enjoy my day off work with a lovely, scenic 12 mile bike ride from my home to Oxted — I already can’t wait. I’ve mapped my route already just to check the elevation levels (5% from Biggin Hill through to Tatsfied, ouch; but -8% down Titsey Hill, absolute wheeeeeeee!) and have almost been obsessively checking the weather as much as my boyfriend does. I mean, look how lovely the weather is going to be:
Well, at least it’s not raining!
Ciao for now. Oh and for the record, I’ll want to be keeping a… record (LOL, ummm) of all of this so expect plentiful calorie counting, stomach crunching, food analyzing, route planning, mileage and the like. Oh and I’ll weigh/measure myself tomorrow morning too (before the Onken, OH ONKEN) just so that I know what not to (un)achieve. I say tomorrow morning and I really mean in a few hours time. Oops.
