For some reason, my body has decided that this is the week it’s going to surrender and actually get into this whole exercise thing. As a wise woman once said:

Well, in this case only the first half applies. Scratch that, I didn’t shoot any husbands this week – hurrah! It started about Wednesday, after my gym session. I had taken another shot at those gruelling intervals, but this time I didn’t feel like vomiting, fainting, or drinking copiously afterwards. Instead of the usual pains and groaning, I felt full of beans. Then on Thursday I had a real twilight zone moment – I finished work and left the office with a spring in my step, practically skipping to the train station, and thought to myself ‘Wow, I can’t wait to get to the gym!’’ Okay, STOP the music.
What
The
Fuck
No, really – where did that come from? *looks around for signs of foul play*. I.. I can’t believe it. The part of my brain that’s always going on about healthy eating must have hired a new guy behind my back – the motivation to exercise guy! HOW DID HE GET A SECURITY PASS?! Well we’re not paying him, he can go on a six month probation and then we’ll see.
Not only have my energy levels sky-rocketed, but I feel more motivated in general. Do you know what I did this weekend? Take a guess. I cleaned out the kitchen cupboards, spray n wiped the bejeezus out of them, then rearranged everything and put it back. We have 2 spare shelves now. RIDICULOUS!
Weight: 116.3kg
Muscle percentage: 37.9%
Fat percentage: 40.9%
Goal progress: 27.9%
Ladies and gentlemen, we have cracked the quarter way milestone! Two more kilos and I’ll be a third of the way to my goal weight, and further along this crazy path than I’ve been before. Another side effect of the energy I’ve had is that I got all experimental in the gym. Wow, that could go so many ways…. This week I tried it all – treadmill, bike, cross trainer, weights, stretches; I even did some *shudder* crunches. Luckily, I then discovered that my gym has this strange stand thing with handles where you hold on with your arms at 90 degree angles like you’re driving. You then lift your legs up to your chest – I much prefer this to sit ups.
Fingers crossed this is not a clever passive aggressive technique that my body is pulling, whereby it plans to raise my hopes then pull the motivational rug out from under me. I guess only time will tell.
