Wednesday 2 January 2013

Day Two and things are looking up, if you don't mention the Pie and Mash

Come on and take me out
Oh yes, awake before the alarm and up and wedged into my shock absorber bra, not a great advert for them as I have a Christmas over-spillage on the top, bottom and sides of the overstretched elastic. Old leggings, top that is too tight and belly looking like a burst sausage skin covered in my extra baggy but now slim fit Ron Hill top. I drove downhill to join the my run buddy and away we run for a short route reconnaissance in the hope of a car tooting and not to say "oi lard ass you've well bulked up over the holiday". In our minds we were two babes cruising Essex at a fast pace impressing all who can focus on us at our supersonic speed, in reality a great catch up chat spoilt by some out of breath running. We both had a lot of news to catch up on and a warm cafe would have been much nicer but alas the diet and health freak in us said get out and just do it, no not sponsored by Nike (they withdrew their sponsorship following the scandal of  the jelly belly expose pulling up the run tights).
Nice
Feeling extra tennis ball shaped I went into the gym for half an hour on the spinning bikes and went powering off, also this was slowed down by playing backgammon and mah jong and singing out of tune to my ipod. Still not content I went on to the power plates and had another 15 minutes on arms weights and abs but also a good leg stretch so was happy with my effort. This effort however lulled me into a false sense of  "I've burnt off a million calories, what can I have to eat". I did have a large Daddy bear bowl of porridge  but this was followed at 2 o'clock by two pies, no mash and liquor as I was out shopping with Hubby, Devon daughter and her boyfriend and they led me back to the dark side so diet lasted all of one evening and a morning. This was a positive trip as I managed to retrieve son's lost coat from a club he recently visited, well he lost the ticket for the cloakroom and they wouldn't give him his coat back. "How can we identify this coat madam"? "I'm his Mum I have written his name on the label and the washing instructions", club owner says "Is it Chris G"? I am such a good Mummy to a 23 year old!

Home again
So swings and roundabouts, returned coat and sexy new wellies for me, well the flooding is getting worse. This has been followed by a cheese tea and a found open bottle of wine in the garden, must be from Christmas Eve as we had a little "do" and wine, beer and cider were by the back door keeping cool, nice finding Mike and lovely and cool to wash down the syrup pudding Jemma is making. Time to go for a doggy walk with Pongo in the new wellies!

Totals today
Run 45 mins, 7km
Cycling 30 mins
Power plates 15 mins
Dog walking 35 mins in the rain and wind
Lost coat retrieval and diet broken

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