So its been a while *again (again: insert excuses here- make own up... thanks)
I’m around 34 kilos down (which equates to around 70 darts, or 60 basketballs, or on a Valentine’s Day kind of theme 11200 bunches of roses)
The road is however still long, I still want to loose around 10-15 kilos and again I am clinging to the wagon by my fingernails... being dragged through the mud...
(my mud consists of red wine a gin- not at the same time-I am not an animal)
on Fridays
One would think the amount of time I’m on and off the wagon would be considered cardio, and therefore, should I not be thin by now? I mean, I haven’t jumped on or off a wagon in many moons, but one would assume its pretty hardcore exercise?
These last few kilograms are trying to kill me softly, they are being impossible to shake... it doesn’t help that I just don’t feel like eating healthy food and I just don’t feel like excerising... but than again WHO DOES?? LIKE EVER! So I keep having to remind myself to suck it up cupcake, oh wait not cup cake, broccoli cake? BLEGH
I know its Friday (which is like Saturday in the desert) but this is the week I get my act together before the travels start again... cannot let the wheels come off...
Who came up with these saying for weight loss journeys like afore mentioned wagon jumping...
Then “wheels coming off”: without wheels would mean I’d have to drag the wagon.. great strength training = skinny
On the “straight and narrow” okay this one works like a slap in the face “narrow” - why cant we be on the straight and broad?
Signing out from me, officially on the straight and broad....
Tomorrow ....
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