I Don't Like Lamb

Day 5
The day I thought about bread

Here we are, nearly at the end of week 1 of our group project.  A small select band of ladies all working REALLY hard with Chris L & Chris M to put in place some ideas and mindset to help put our (my) life back on track.

Now, I've been really proud of myself all week and I am still am feeling proud of myself, but crikey its been a tempting couple of days.  My exam groups have been doing some fine cooking and bless them, as always they want my opinion on what they have done, sometimes it's so hard to say to no, but once I explain why they are brilliant.  But, my god I could have ripped the banana muffin straight from the oven!!

All the way home in the car all I could think about was bread, luckily I was running late and didn't have time to go to the shop.  If I had it might have been carnage in the bread aisle!  I imagined myself grabbing fresh crusty rolls and just cramming them in my mouth, rolling around on pile of thick sliced white and rubbing bagels across my face.  Well, OK, I wouldn't have done it really but it's an increasingly attractive plan :)

Off to F2F (remember my alt name ladies!) and yet another killer circuit, thanks guys!
Again with the star jumps, seriously, if I was meant to get a body the size of mine of the ground I would come with equipped with some sort of springs or jet assistance.
Anyway, there were star jumps and planking, bloody hell they hurt my back, apparently I needed to raise my ass in the air a bit more.  When stick thin men are telling me lift my fat ass higher in the air, they have NO idea of the effort that involves.

After the hour of torture, I wasn't feeling hungry so I hit the shower and then hit the pub.  Fab night had, weird how pubs really smell of booze!  Never notice this when I'm drinking, but blimey there was a whiff of ale in the air last night.  I actually quite enjoy drinking water in a night out, its certainly a cheap night out!  One draw back being the ridiculous number of visits to the loo I had to make and when the 'turn' is located not far from the toilet doors, it starts to look like I might be a bit of a groupie!  That aside I managed to keep my hunger at bay with water and went to bed still not feeling hungry.

Day 6
The day I discovered I definitely don't like lamb.

Saturday morning, lovely lie in and off to the gym.  Yes, that's right, OFF TO THE GYM!!!!

Still not hungry, this is turning into a fast.  Can't understand why I'm not hungry, but I'm not, so there.

Wobbled, puffed, panted and sweated my way through an hour at the gym, drank a litre of water and once suitably freshened up went into town.  Still not hungry.
Primark was definitely a mistake.  Why did I do it?  I realise I'm going to sound like a grump but I ruddy hate prams and buggies, especially the woman with the massive double buggy try to negotiate her way through Primarni at midday, I mean seriously!

A wonder through M & S food hall resulted in some healthy goodies, although I could of done some damage to a packet of Percy Pigs and then home.  Finally started to feel a bit peckish and decided I should eat.  A quick look in the fridge and I decided that I would finish off my lamb broth.  Now I'm not a fan of lamb but thought I should step outside my comfort zone on all things during this program so I did.  The other day I really enjoyed the broth but today it just didn't do it for me.  The smell, the taste, everything about it was just not enjoyable and that made my mind up, I really don't like lamb.

So it's chicken for tea, the pub and bed.

Not looking forward to tomorrow.  Its Lead Knicker Day or LKD as I will refer to it from now on.  That is, weigh in and measuring day, I tell you what I really hope to see a difference on the scales, no reason why I shouldn't but as a fat lass I'm never that positive about stepping on the wretched things.

Hey ho, I think enough blithering for now, two instalments in a day is waaaaaaay to much information about me for anyone to suffer :)