Rest Day

Rest day at last. Thank god.

I'm making the most of it. I'm sat on the sofa watching telly and.... nope, that's pretty much it. I have got dressed now though. Might go to the cinema later.

I am getting pretty worried about what could be wrong with me. I'm now on day 28 of my period. That's almost a month and it still isn't stopping. I'm going to phone the doctor and make an appointment tomorrow.

Day 27

Thank god tomorrow is rest day. I'm exhausted.

I went swimming this morning and then RPM. I really really struggled with RPM this morning. What baffles me is I clearly didn't do as well as usual but I burned more calories. 657.

And my favourite tack was missing.

Just weights to do this afternoon and then that is it until Monday

OH NO!

Disaster has struck! Earlier on I was passing the chippy and I SMELT FISH AND CHIPS!

I am concerned I may now have put a stone on.

supermarket

I'm stood at the checkout and out of the corner of my eye I can see the things going onto the belt next to me from the people behind - buns, sugary cereal, beer, a huuuge bottle of cooking oil, loaf after loaf after loaf of thick white bread, lucazaid, fray bentos pies.

I'm thinking to myself 'don't look round, they are going to be skinny. Just don't look' but I couldn't resist. I looked and guess what, yes they were skinny.

So I put my salad, veg, rice cakes and sugar free jelly into a bag and dragged my obese body to the furthest spot away from the supermarket where I had intentionally parked in order to cram a bit more exercise into the day. When I've finished typing this I'm off to the gym to do a circuit, my second exercise session of the day and later I'm back there to do heavy weights.

Why are things never fair?

I should have been born in Ethiopia, I would have amazed everyone by putting on weight. Those news reports would have been so different, all the skeletal figures with one fat kid in the middle.

RPM

I have a shocking confession to make.

I enjoyed RPM tonight. Yes I really did and it wasn't a case of thinking afterwards 'I enjoyed that' even though at the time I was hating it. I really did enjoy it and thought so at the time.

Not that it was any easier than before and still half killed me and I still burned 600 calories but it felt good. There is one track that Matt always says is the worst one and he is right it is horrible and I feel like I'm dying by the time we are about a quarter of the way in but it always has been my favouite.

Last week someone was saying it would be better with different music and I was thinking no don't change it. The music goes perfectly with the torture. I love it.

Oh and the compression bandage on my thigh totally sorted out the problem of that bit digging into me. It didn't happen at all so I don't need to worry about that any more.

Just edited to add - you know you're in a proper yorkshire gym when the RPM instructor drinks a mug of tea whilst taking the class.

ow ow ow ow

My muscles hurt.

Yes I do mean all of them.

going to turn into a fish

so I got home from my second session swimming of the day. It's late, it's dark and raining. I'm tired and hungry. I get in and am thinking about baking fish and steaming veg.

You have no idea how easy it would have been to pop a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.

I didn't though, Fish is in the oven broccolli is in the steamer.

Back at the pool in the morning. I don't really mind that, I like swimming. I just wish I was faster I'm always worrying about getting in peoples way.

Maybe once I don't need a personal trainer anymore I might have swimming lessons.