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