Caught sight of a gorgeous pair of jeans. Steel blue with a great matt finish. I bought it in half a size too small because, I am obviously a sucker for punishment and need to fit into it comfortably by Christmas.
Nothing like pressure to get you through the tough times.
The problem with eating clean is that, the body rejects all junk thereafter.
After three weeks of eating relatively well which includes no carbs for dinner, lots of vegetables, soup and water, I turned to the dark side with devilled eggs, sweet spicy fish curry and spicy chicken.
Oey. My stomach is now rebelling like one wouldn’t believe. Seriously. The reprieve is that gym is tomorrow and I’ll be upping my speed for my intervals. I feel well enough to. Sorta.
Today, I experienced the most irksome of gym bunnies – the chatter.
Little Miss Redhead set up behind me and, I even moved up a smudge so she’d have more room for her lunges. Turns out it was her boyfriend/fuck buddy/suitor’s first class and LMR kept chatting with him, correcting his poses, advising him on what weights to use.
Look, Little Miss Redhead. Maybe, JUST Maybe if you shut the hell up, your idiot of a fuck would be able to decipher what the correct pose, weight and position to assume.
Even one of the queens was irritated and yelled at them. WIthout avail, they were too far into bliss to care.
ARGH.
