Without making excuses, work has been kicking my behind. Oh how much I yearn for the days of being a socialite and a social parasite! Ventured into my first boxing class on Tuesday with Piffy.
Ignoring the fact that there is a three second delay from when the instructor yells “Uppercut, Cross, Jab, Jab, Cross, Hook”, the class is quite fun sans the boot camp training segment.
This is inspite the fact that I was not able to dress myself the next day and tiny smudgin of the fact that I had the dexterity of a two month old toddler, it was worth the effort. Weight wise, I lost 4kg when I had a viral fever and promptly piled on three out of the four kilos a mere weekend later under the deceptive guise of recovery. I still kept the initial 4kg off from my gym gusto so, if I had to hazard a safe guess – I have lost between 4-6kg depending on what time of day it is and where I am.
After two years in BP, I increased my overall weights and the days of hobbling around looms close. Really close. Part of me is almost afraid of falling asleep because gym is at 7am tomorrow.
Jump rope? Anyone?
