If the dress fits...

Ah these things happen Bexta...
I didn't really see much change when l joined the gym and after a whole week of sitting on my butt, l was severely worried about fitting into the 80s dress that had fitted but been a little tight two weeks before.... I was praying that you couldn't possibly change that much in a fortnight, but was still secretly having a panic.

UN-NECESSARY!!!!!

I slipped into the dress (note the word 'slipped') Friday night and discovered to my great delight, that it actually fit me like a glove... the waist sat lower and the bubble went its full length rather than bunching at the thighs..

Alex is now (according to the very reliable digital scales in Shelley Greaves bathroom) 88.9 kg... thats a weight loss of 1.1 kg haha.. not fantastic... but still better than nothing!

And l've continued running now... went for a jog and walk along the thames river with Greggles last night before model monday... l'm feeling fitter when l run... not so much when l attempt to walk the stairs in the tube stations... but definitely when l run....

Hypnotherapy sounds like a go... l'm planning on making a recording of my own voice telling me to quit eating crap and listening to it everynight while l sleep....

CHECK. xx

sorry for the vacation, i've been busy LOSING.. but not for long. I have a wicked plan.

considering hypnotism.
what?
it worked for lily allen!

this will give me a serious edge over ms dillon and would be one step closer to the sweet stench of victory.

Sorry about the lull in posting.

I have been hapless and motivation-less for the last few weeks with sporadic bursts of exercise and proper nutrition followed by typical lulls in concentration.

On a positive note, I have remodelled my 'vision wall' to include my travel plans for this and next year, and best of all, some cool runnings quotes on my door to help me get out of bed to go yogging.

So far its not working. But I crack up every morning at the picture of Sanka on my wall...

I am thoroughly disappointed I wasnt there to share birthday week! What a blowout it would have been for both of us! Luckily for you, while you were out partying, I was doing the same. Excessive consumption of champagne in the heroin park behind King st in Newtown. I pop corks in the face of danger.

I must admit I am sure I sweated it out at Brand New, elbowing my way back to 2003. If I only had one word to describe it I would say fuck you I need two words and say FUCKING AWESOME.

Kick Ass was bizarre, the popcorn was amazing. That is all.


Anyway. my wall is amazing. I have actually gained weight since this challenge started but JUST you wait until hypnotism. Prepare to have your world rocked, shaken, and stirred.

Sincerely blogged,
Becasaurus.

Rolls and rolls of BAFF (butt fat)

cc to CCCCCCCC.... thats my bum and its various rolls... its like a quadruple chin for my ass....

The week is writeoff... it birthday week and l have too many things on... it's not my fault... the stars haven't aligned... there is a high tide... the dogs are on heat.....




....... xx

birthday blues

I have made a new discovery... running on solid ground outside is actually far more effective than running on a tredmill.... now, l knew that you would exert more energy running on a path because of the uneven surfaces and variations in inclines.... but seriously.... it is way way better! I felt amazing after running along the thames... not to mention the scenery is superior to that of a gym wall...

therefore..

I will be taking classes at the gym.. but otherwise l'll be running along the river...

diets going... hmmm well this week is tough because it's my birthday innit haha..
I went on a pub crawl on Saturday and threw up an entire months worth of stomach contents so l'm pretty set for the week!!....
yey yey yey birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!.... wish you were here to celebrate it with me :(

xxxxxxxx

las die ratte aus.

Hmm.. its time to get the rat out and jogging.

Is there a level above CAPS? I fear my CC is expanding beyond the periphery of CAPS. Good news, BootCamp on Saturday, and an 8km run on Mothers Day (9th of May) for Breast Cancer.. and ofcourse Relay too! So muchos activity in my future. I've given up on dieting because every time I decide to 'diet' I end up having a day before I diet where I consume everything I'm going to miss over the next 10 weeks, then end up breaking it the first day ANYWAY. So, although I know nutrition is the most important thing, I'm just going to have to start burning off the extra bits in pieces both literally and figuratively!

You have been blessed with the KJ burning powers of winter, now it is my turn.

WINTER:
ADVANTAGE: You burn more kjs and your metabolism increases
DISADVANTAGE: You will never, get out of bed to go yogging in that freaking cold.

Wow.. Old Ship makes no friends with salad. Me however, I make many friends with salad, then I put rocket in it and make them cough and splutter and choke begging for me to remove the ragingly horrific natural pepper and men taste from their palates and I scream NO you must eat the rocket hahahahaAAAAAA and flick burning ranch and lemon in their eyes... Okay.. I need to go outside today..

Today I change over the photos on my vision board on my wall (I have been trying but we have no electricity in the back of my house so by the time I get home from work its too dark, haha, my family IS a Chevy Chase film..) This should assist.

Wish me luck, i'm having wholemeal spaghetti for lunch mm..

xxxxxxxxxxx

motivational quote for the day

at least we dont have rats tails.

l've confused leaves with apples... atleast one got turned over.

With three minutes till home time, this is going to be a short one...

In a nut shell... lost my vintage dress to some hag on the weekend... ate two chocolate bars out of depression and then bailed on the gym...
Today l bowed to peer pressure by devouring a apple turnover laced with crusty sugar... soo so bad for me... but l'll be burning it at the gym!!...

peace love and bad new beginnings xx

Royal with Cheese

It seems that Spring has finally flashed its beautiful head.. the sun is shining and l have started to brave wearing no tights or woolly jumpers.. something which l regretted around 11pm last night when l emerged from Mumford and Sons with no coat or leg protection...
Went to the pub before hand with Ame and Chris... had a tomato and red onion salad, which was literally a plate of tomatoes with red onion on top... sorry Old Ship, but l was expecting something a little more creative than that...
Regrettably l washed that down with a sticky date pudding.. but Ame and l have both agree on the diet starting today so... boom! That means no desert tonight for Model Monday Madness...

I went to the gym Saturday for 40 minutes.. it felt strange going during the day when there was noone there and the light was flooding on my tredmill... and l became tired a lot faster because... well.. because it was Saturday!...
Today l had a delicious thick pasta with red pepper sauce and goats cheese... yum! and tonight l'm not sure what is in store for me....

Christ my bum is numb!!...

I think it would be amazing if l had a cross trainer in my house... but alas, l don't.
l loved the quote from Alex.. and l feel that may have to replace the rather lame lipstick quote on my bedroom mirror...

"Do you know what they call a quarter pounder in France?...
Shut the fuck up, cheese burgers aint in our vocabulary no more" - Alex Dillon

xxx

angry training face.

"Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley"

-Alex Garland.

vision bored

i'm fixing my vision board TONIGHT so it's ready for tomorrow. it helps.

varge

...detox

I swear this time.

I have resigned to the fact that I will never be perfect, and i'm rolling with that. I had gummi bears for dinner, washed down with about 40,000 carlton draughts but i'm almost certain that busting out to Push It alone burnt off most of that. We busted OUT.

I decided to wear disco shorts owing to the fact that my father had kindly decided to do my laundry and had placed my vintage POLYESTER dress into the drier. Gorgeous dress, if only I had the gorgeous legs and varge to accompany it.. (oh yes, the varge came out when my arms went up.. it was quite tragic)

I was caught by a charming and attractive group of school friends on numerous occasions.. Once I was caught mid-thriller squat (you know what I mean!) and the second time I was caught (again squatting) pretending I was Vanilla Ice. Thats my quadricep exercise for the week, and my embarrassment for the next decade, tick, tick.

I've been doing ten minutes of training each morning before breakfast, while I try to imagine at least 6 impossible things.

I even woke up the other morning to go to bootcamp! On a SATURDAY! Unfortunately it rained. Mother nature is such a depricating slut sometimes. I took advantage of the situation, put my joggers on and jumped on the trainer and did over an hour while I watched the re-runs of mardigras.

I'm such a proud hag. I want to march one year with the families and friends.. so great.

We will get there. I'm starting AGAIN again tomorrow.

xxx

Sugarless tea at the ready!

Due to my stockings the other night skinning the flesh from my thighs, l was unable to walk let alone run in the gym last night..... fabulous although painful excuse made considerably worse by the block of Galaxy chocolate l consumed on the couch. I tried on my sisters bridesmaid dress again - still bad - but l'm going to ignore and prevail...
There was rib eye steak and fries on the menu today... l left most of the fries and devoured the peas - good girl.. but also made a gross error in sauce choice and ended up eating melted butter (bearnaise) with a side of meat.... shit

l am not going to give up... giving up hasn't even crossed my mind... l will feel fantastic and comfortable in my own skin... l will walk with pride and l WILL fit perfectly into that god damn bridesmaid dress if it's the last thing l do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......

“Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”

like a tin man ballet, l'm cracking down...

oh Becca moo, ofcourse you had to taste the sweet nectar of your heroic trivia victory.. as was there an obligation to taste the creamy, perfectly rolled chocolates that had been left for me as a present by my departing housemates.... it would be rude not to right?

Tuesday was a pretty good day for me as far as food intake goes.. fish (a major rarity for me) marinated in lemon and garlic (LOTS of garlic) with little baby roast potatoes and greens... mum always says there should be greens on your plate...

Making mumma proud!!

My gym session was also rather successful with a total of 40 minutes spent working out...
I've recently discovered that if l spend the entire time on the tredmill focusing on my future Oscars outfit - in detail - l can run for 20 minutes without breaking breath.......... picture the dress, the shoes, the accessories... have your acceptance speech planned out, the interview answers mapped and HEY PRESTO!

Presto.... pesto.... mmmm pesto chicken pasta *drool*...

I'm tired of writting about my failures... l want something positive to report back!... so l'm getting serious... really serious... it's going to be hard - and this month may not be the best seeming l have my bday coming up... but l'm cracking down bec... l'm CRACKING DOWN....

xxx

March Hare with gravy.

I began again.
A fresh start methinks will do the trick.

I hereby declare a Jihad against Waterfall Fish and Chips..

After intently studying your rendezvous with the scales, I decided it was time for me to do the same. So I did the same... I jumped on, it teetered back and forth, and I jumped off, wiping beads of sweat from my concerned, furrowed (and probably exhausted) brow.

It is crunch time. Oh crunch. Whatever happened to Crunch bars? I haven't seen those in years.. WAIT WAIT AAAH.. I mean crunch time as in, lets stop fantasising about looking like Lara Bingle in the shower, (scrunched up pissed off face and all)and lets start making it happen. Perhaps doing some crunches instead of eating them will suffice.

You are right, we have fart assed around for two weeks, but we still have TEN ab-tacular weeks ahead of us. I am heading to Amy's boot camp session this saturday morning, followed by an all night stint of dancing at the Vag room. It's looking like a calorie burner of a weekend.

It's quite simple really. less kj in, more kj out. Herein lies the dilemma.

While you've been strolling down Pudding Place, i've been meandering around Monterey Bay for a while, although the stench of bbq sauce is becoming frightfully sickening.

Last night at Trivia, I had been a fabulous little girl all day, and I even made Mad Jono get me a DIET coke because the team had decided to purchase a jug of regular coke. I decided to order the roast of the day and veges. Probably not the best in terms of Kay Jays but the best a pub bistro has to offer unfortunately...

Potato side dish..

Wont hurt will it..?

No..

THEN..

'where am I, I am not a kingdom, nor a territory. My population is 1400. Dutch explorers found me in the 17thC, I am not Australia-'
'Christmas Island?'
'YES! Wow! You have won yourself a jug of beer!!!'

Well. I won it.. I have to sample the sweet nectar of victory right? Just a sample of victory. A sip. Swill it around my mouth, just to wash the taste of sweet overdue victory over my teeth. Thats all..

ONE HOUR LATER...

EYYYYY SLURP SLUR SLUR. WE WON! OH SLURRRR GEOGRAPHY! SLURRRRRRRRR BURP HICCUP...

So.. turns out the sweet nectar of victory should be consumed in moderation.

Coming home drunk instead of doign the obligatory 10 mins on the trainer before bed, I decided to go on YouTube and increase the dendrytes by playing 'say the colour not the word' and singing the accompanying song, much to my family's dismay.

http://www2.b3ta.com/clickthecolour/

So today. I start. FRESH again. I am planning to apply for jobs. Jog to Sara Lee factory, spit on the doorstep, and jog home again. Probably have a nap in there somewhere. Maybe even go to body pump, but lets not get ahead of ourselves shall we?

Despite the fact I have gained a staggering 1.5 kg since the fateful day this challenge began, I am not deterred. I will not falter. I will not fail.

In my own little mini challenge, I have a dress to fit into by the 17th of April. Watch this shrinking space.

After Fairfax Digital stole my golden one liner, I am more determined than ever to nab a job coining fantabulous headlines/bylines.

CC to cc, more haildamage than Melbourne.

Just like that.

"Well, in out country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else -- if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been doing."
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
(Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 2)


So lets get YOGGING!

xxx

it WILL happen

Right... so far so good... all l've had is a tea and some bread with philly (shit) and a plum (good) and an apple (also good)...
I'm heading to the aus shop in my lunch break to pick up pizza shapes for Steve - PLEASE let my will power hold out so l don't purchase ridiculous amounts of chocolate!!!!....

hmm. 4:30pm - fail... lunch was a takeaway churizzo roll with caramalised onions and some sort of delicious sauce from the soho market as l headed towards the Australia shop to pick up food... one freddo and cherry ripe later, l was happy... but only slightly.
I intend to go hard at the gym tonight and slog out everything!!!.... followed by a stir fry... or just a salad... something light.... but not toast... *contemplates*

Come on Bec - don't lose heart... we will get there...
CC to cc WILL HAPPEN... we have just a little under 10 weeks lefyt... that is plenty of time!... and Greavesdogs is joining the gym with me so we have another person to motivate....

RUN BITCH RUN!!!!..... l'm making you a shirt... expect it shortly.. xx

Pudding street...

o deary deary me.... l had forewarned that this weekend was going to be a writeoff.. and l was correct in my assumption.
TERRIBLE.... simply terrible.
First there were the three pints of bulmers, beef burger with chips, half a tub of cookies & cream haggin dass and galaxy chocolate friday night.
Then there was the remainder of the haggin dass icecream, toast with v-mite, three pints of bulmers, quite a few cups of vodka coke and TEXA CHICKEN (good god!) on Saturday night.
And lastly after a few dates with the toilet and not really moving the whole day, l finished up my health filled weekend with bacon and eggs, orange juice, coffee & chocolate milkshake, kebab and a creme egg for sunday...


Not to mention the twirl l just ate - but hell... its International Womens Day! I'm allowed to spoil myself...
The menu today boasts some delicious options, but l feel l will go with a salad...
My bum is vibrating strangely - l'm hoping this is little tiny fat cells bursting and not me getting a serious bout of diarrhea...

15 mins on the bike is not enough to do anything - and as the scales tipped between 89.40 and 89.90, l stopped it at 89.50 and ran for my life....
Chicken, bacon and mushroom risotto with an entire tub of creme fraiche dumped in the pot, l'm feeling the only appropriate thing to do at this point is whip out the chocolate molten puddings and pray to god my arteries don't clog in the middle of the night and l live to see another overweight morning.... good ol Americas Next Top Model... nothing pushes me to eat quite like an hour of Tyra Banks narcism...

sigh... tomorrow will be better?...
Dil over xx

flawless.

Future tomorrow and I am rather parched and sleepy so this will be brief.

So.

Pizza Hut The Works..

Awkward.

It's been a long time between small rainbow marshmallow bowls and hard jelly, and it would be rude not to reaquaint with old mates after such a long time. wouldnt it?

What made it worse was the fact we happened to be dancing and dining with one of those perfect girls who doesnt sweat, fall over, pass body fluids, lose hair on her clothes, cough sneeze or yawn, or jiggle while walking.

I hate those.

Tomorrow the boozing and losing continues although next week promises to be promising.

I promise.

xxxxxx

Celebrate... alright!!

*sigh*... it is a sad sad day... l am deeply upset to report that l did NOT jump for joy last night when l hopped on the scales... neither losing weight nor gaining weight, l have simply just... stayed the same. *wail* I have been to the gym 5 nights a week and eaten (relatively) healthy!... I refuse to acknowledge it and place it down to muscle growth and a certain time of the month throwing things off... now for a cappucino..

I really need to up my game in the gym... I haven't been going as long, or as hard as l should... time to change this!

This weekend is going to be one of epic failure.
Celebratory drinks tonight at the Bell for Shelleys success in job hunting.
Celebratory drinks tomorrow night for various reasons...
Bacon and eggs recovery on Sunday....

It appears every weekend this month is going to follow much the same pattern, so l will have to work extra hard to counteract my hedonistic lifestyle.

love and boozy nights xxx

curiouser and curiouser

Yesterday begins the cold weather.
Everybody has shifted from hating Raymond, to hating autumn.

Piked on pump class owing to the premiere of Alice in Wonderland clashing with my gym schedule(we all know how obsessed I am with Lewis Carroll) but did manage a seriously lengthy cross trainer session, complete with dancing, and guess what, I DIDN'T nearly fall off. Molerose 1 Dilpickle 0.

... I did actually fall off the previous day though.. It was such a good song I wouldnt have done it justice unless I let go of the handles...

Speaking of letting go of the handles, I have noticed a sliiiiiight shift in my work attire.. the kind of slight change where you are unsure whether you are losing weight, or you just havent washed your clothes for a while. I will find out tomorrow when my business suit goes through the drier.

I am a boat against the current, pretty sure its not supposed to go in the drier.

The old Apples vs Shortbread dilemma.
Solution. Both. How do you like them apples?

I did the old 'perfect until 5pm' trick yesterday. For a practitioner I sure know how to muff an eating plan, big time. Breakfast ticked all the boxes, low GI, low GL, low CHO, low fat, low cal, low sodium, high/ish monounsaturated fats, vegetables, high fibre, wholegrains, dairy, high protein and best of all, high in taste which is a rare combination. One of my clients, Bruce, he's a top Aussie fella, couldnt get more ocker, his mantra is 'if it tastes good, its no good forya'. Anyway, I was stoked on my efforts until 3pm when I decided instead of my planned lunch, I would deviate from the schedule and make brown basmati rice with corn and tuna.. Not the end of the world.. What was the end of the world was Mad Jono scoring me tickets to Alice in Wonderland in 3D on opening night. I squealed like Oliver watching a Bruce Willis film, grabbed an apple, and one tiny bit of shortbread and ran out the door. What ensued is so horrific I refuse to divulge. Lets just say the only handles i'll be letting go of are the handles on the elliptical trainer.. It looks like the 'handles' i'm keenest to be rid of are here to stay for another few days at least as my body recovers and rids itself of the horror I unleashed on my gastrointestinal tract. Oh the horror. Who would have thought batting your eyelashes and using impeccable manners could score you so many free cakes..? Mae West. I bet she knew about the flirting for cakes thing.

An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
Mae West

Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided.
Mae West

I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
Mae West

I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number you get in a diamond.
Mae West

Came home. Disappointed in my efforts and so perplexed and thrilled by Alice's adventures in underland I decided it was time for Bec Melrose's adventures in blunderland, the sequel.

More horrific details ensued, details I care not to divulge.

Today. I wake up. I have had one glass of water. It is 9.35am and I am proud to say I have not screwed up yet!

PLAN. Breakfast, yog up the street, run errands, come home, elliptical trainer, cook lunch, more trainer whilst watching dance and replicating the moves on trainer, eat an apple, get dressed, probably try to learn the moves from a Justin Timberlake film clip and go to the city feeling fresh and energised ready for Emily's birthday dinner at...

wait for it..

The place that still does kidsworks on George St.

Oh the frivolity of my schedule.

Peas Corn and Carrots x


"Well, in out country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else -- if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been doing."
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
(Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 2)

C is for Coffee...

So tonight is the big night.... weigh in... like a contestant on Biggest Loser, l'll be jumping on those scales - and hopefully jumping for joy. The only difference will be a missing AJ and buff personal trainers pushing me every second for three months to LOSE LOSE LOSE!!! Where are you Bob? Where are you Jillian??... o... thats right.... America... traitors...

This morning as been a strange one... l woke up feeling so fantastic and thin.. loving life... and then shell told me l had to have breakfast - of which the only option was v-mite on toast - and all of a sudden l was feeling slightly less fantastic... NOTE TO SELF... don't eat freaking v-mite and toast in the morning.. you WILL feel like shit...
Morning tea was a tea... and a coffee and coffee cake (seeing a pattern here).. and a banana, which strangely hasn't been touched yet... that can be afternoon tea! *pats self on back*

I had a bitchy and vain moment yesterday. I was yogging on the tredmill looking at myself go soft in the mirror (going hard would constitute a speed of over 7.0) when l saw the girl two tredmills down going hard to match her hard abs. With her flat, toned, washbboard stomach and rock hard thighs she looked like a graceful swan - that could karate chop you to China. I sighed thinking, what l wouldn't do for a body like that... l leaned over to get a better look at the whole her(creepyville) and noticed that she was possibly the ugliest chick l had seen in a long time.... and suddenly... l felt really good inside... now l'm not saying this to compare with myself... but it made me realise that there is justice in the world...
Only then did l walk down the stairs to the weights room on my way home and spot the blonde goddess with the washboard stomach, rock hard thighs, toned arms and perfectly structured cheekbones working the arms bells...... justice obliterated.
Fuck you Karma and your perfect timing.
I feel l may need to join a dance workout class seeming as l almost went flying off the cross trainer last night when l attempted to dance upon it..

Today is another freezing cold day.. but l will walk to the park and pray for sunshine to miraculously force its way through the clouds to brighten my afternoon lunch. Will power is.... powerful... ??

Bec, this is possibly the greatest thing we have ever done... even if we fail - WHICH WE WON'T... I thoroughly enjoy reading your entries.. entertainment plus..

Banana finally devoured and gourmet pizza promised l'm feeling rather jovial! It's 4:30pm and the sun is still shining which is a major plus, maybe it will raise the spirits of some rather grumpy co workers..... we can always dream...

As far as us still eating slightly poorly at times - poo... you can't completely deny yourself the things you love most! Thats just a confirmed ticket towards failure... it's all about balance... you need to have the majority of your diet taken up by salad and vegetable and fruit and lean meats, but that will allow for the occational treat. Like today l had an array of salads mish mashed together for lunch - which will allow me a little give with pizza tonight... pizza and salad ofcourse!!! ;)

Prepare for week 3 to be big one!... and NOT on the scales
Dil xxx

Wont kneel.

Once I get down to my goal.. which is 58, which is what I was before I started working in a WEIGHTLOSS CLINIC, I too will do something dramatic with my hair.. hmm.. I'm anti fringe.. Anti-short (last time I did it was circa Madge, and that clearly scarred me) Anti dye.. (Last time I did that was when I tried to look like Charlotte from Sex and the City because I admired her unwavering moral compass and I ended up looking like a corpse bride) so maybe i'll just get it cut.. haha.. or cut it myself.. even better.

Scales. Bad idea. Although it appears we are about on par at this stage ms Dillon as I am shocked to report a loss of 0.5 after my shocking week.

So. I haven't been particularly good either and would you believe it, we are SO the same, I also had spaghetti bolognese, sans toast.. that sounds attrocious! We had trivia last night, thankfully we didn't win any beer this week, because I can't seem to say no to trivia beer. Even though it is lowly house tap beer, it is the fruits of my quiz-tastic labour and I must sample said fruits. But it would have been nice to wash down the calamari. Oops.

Alex you crack me up infinitely with your posts I am always caught giggling loudly because every sentence I read, REEKS of me. We are the same dieting person.

There is no motivation like the EX factor. I have a function coming up in approximately 6 weeks. I have a dress. I have a headband. I have earrings. I will fit into the dress and maybe even buy new shoes.. and then I will more than likely fall down the stairs.


Well I'm about to make breakfast.. Which will be my only nice meal of the day today which makes my penis sigh but such is the life and times of Dilpickle and Molerose.

I think i'm going to go to pump class today.. I turned down the 30 day yoga challenge for several reasons it is FRIGGING cold here at night and you leave the bikram studio literally dripping wet with hideous grossness and I do not want to catch a chill catching the train home from Caringbah looking like a molested penguin.

I will be doing the Bikram challenge in October/November so by the time I reach you in December, I will be able to fold myself into a neat looking pretzel and bring all the boys to our yard.

Another motivating factor this week has been my excitement for Ibiza 2011. I hope you are interested in joining me. I think we will be a rocking promotions team, especially with our MAD bodies and your MAD haircut.

I am getting into the habit of watching the biggest loser from the trainer instead of from the lounge with popcorn in my lap.

Bad post. Can't concentrate. Need breakfast.

ALICE. IN. WONDERLAND.

Peace Love and OFFOFF-OFFOFFOFFOFFOFFOFF-OFF WITH YA HEAD! x

Muffins and Tops are amazing when separate.

Two weeks in and it feels like no time has passed. Am yet to hop on the scales for the second time - that's a job for thursday.


Ignoring the Hummingbird cupcake i had compliments of Shell and the spag bowl on toast for dinner last night, l'm confident l will have somewhat positive results...... 0_o

This morning was cornflake goodness for breaky and last night l had managed to compile a rather delicious salad of lettuce, cucumber and tomato which served as a lovely lunch in Golden square today.... actually it was a little bland, which is why it was washed down with some oven crisped nacho tortillas from M&S... yum.

I've had two teas and a coffee. This is all in the name of stopping myself from purchasing the £1.90 double choc chip muffin that is sitting so delicately in the work cafe..... they don't call it a muffin top for nothing.
Soon l will try and squeeze into my too tight jeans that have been abandoned in the bottom of my wardrobe.... but l'm just not that confident yet... try when you actually feel there is a shot at winning.

Gym tonight and then off to see A Single Man with Shell, Ame and Chris.

Love and muffins xx

How many rolls in my Bakery?

Right - catch up time... bec you are a fiend with the blogs, l was joyous to have a chance to read them after yesterday being a ridiculously manic day at work! The only thing l was exercising yesterday was my mouth... although the honey baked ham from the work kitchen was UNREAL!!!

Since l have not written since Friday, l cannot completely remember all that l have eaten or done.
It probably goes along the lines of salad, chicken, pasta, spag bowl, pizza (but the good kind), fruit ie: Pineapple, peaches, grapes.... etc.
I had a few bad days - like Saturday night, where Sarina and l sat down and watched Priscilla and The Castle while eating gourmet pizza with garlic bread and italian style salad. DELISH!

I am pleased to confirm that l hopped on the scales on thursday afternoon post gym and l have lost 1/2 a KG! I can't obviously see much yet in terms of looks, but if l keep going at this rate, l should be looking pretty good come Tuscany.
Bec, I have made a pact with myself that once l lose 5kg, l am chopping my hair into a funky bob and dying it fire red... it is something you can only do while you are still young, so fuck it! Its happening!!.... think Christina Hendricks

So far - seeming my gym week starts on a Thursday
week one - 5 trips
week two - 3 trips - 2 days to go (tonight - tuesday - is out as Shelldogs just got here, so Wednesday is my go)

I need to start drinking more water - and partying more... partying = dancing, which = exercise.... its a recipe for SUCCESS.
SIP . SHAKE . LOSE THE WEIGHT

Keep going little bubble head! Only good things can come from this!!!
xxx