This week I have been to the gym. Twice! I know!
Weight – (magic number) + 4.
I managed 500 m on the X-Trainer (evil machine) before melting from the heat. I have no idea how long this took me, so we’ll have to say approx 4 or 5 minutes before I gave up in disgust and forgot to look. Despite signs all over the gym saying ‘the air con is working properly’ it is NOT.
1 km on the cycle, ‘trail blazer’, approx four or five minutes. Again, I forgot to look.
1 km on the rowing machine in 5:29 – that’s about 30 or 40 seconds off my pb, but considering last time I only just made 500 metres, not bad.
And some resistance stuff. Not as much as I wanted to do though because all the machines were full.
Other than that, I’ve been eating healthily (still) with the occasional break for cheesecakes and magnums. All in moderation however.
In myself I’m feeling human again! Taking those two days holiday (four if you count the weekend) was one of the most sensible things I’ve done in a long while. Turns out I wasn’t sickening with something horrible, I was just worn thin and needed a few days de-stress. Don’t let anyone ever tell you temping isn’t a stressful job!
And that’s it for this week I think. Regardless of whether I’m loosing any weight or not, I feel better in myself for doing this. I’m getting energy again (when I’m not exhausted) and I’m finding myself wanting to get out and do things. When I don’t I feel all iggy and off-colour.
Damn. You don’t think I’m turning into a fit-freak do you?! No…