The 'ol falling off the wagon trick

I wrote this on my way home yesterday when I was in 'one of my moods'. Due to unforseen circumstances*, I didn't get a chance to post it last night...but no doubt this feeling will rise again!

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It's easy to fall of the wagon when exercising and eating well. The last two weeks have been crazy at work, project meetings and deadlines preventing me from going to my favourite lunchtime gym classes.

Yesterday I had the life sucked out of me by a work meeting and instead of attending the after work Boxercise class, I opted for the easy option - home, dinner, sofa.

I'm actually very annoyed with myself as I needed the cardio, but to be honest, I don't think I could handle the wrath of the instructor...small company gym, small classes, he notices if you don't go and thinks you need a 'boost' by paying you extra attention. Aargh.

I have two other classes booked this week and I WILL go. This mentality has been working pretty well, I just need to fight back the project managers who think meetings during my lunch hour is a great use of time.

Maybe I should invite the project managers to Boxercise and we can fight deadlines out with a friendly spar? Now there's an idea!

*More on this tomorrow!

A very girlie post

Now to get something off my chest. Or should I say something has left my chest.

About a year and a half ago, I was between a size 14 and 16. No one ever called me chubby, at least not to my face but I was never really happy. I joined the gym, cut out most of my bad eating habits and am now a size 10-12. I still eat (oh yes I love it), still indulge in booze and I do fall off the wagon every now and then, but I am human and not a machine, well, not in this life anyway.

I never thought I'd ever wear a bikini in public with the dreaded thighs and stomach, but now I thought I'd give it a go. There's one issue though. My rather generous bust has now gone to something like a couple of deflated balloons. Grr. 

Any women reading this will know exactly what I mean. The body is great at losing and putting on weight, but never where you want it. I'm very happy with the new me, but not so happy after trying on a swimsuit and bikini this afternoon. I think some extra padding is required, maybe some 'chicken fillets', though there would be nothing more embarrassing than them falling out when you are taking a dip. Maybe they'll help me float?

It's Friday night, I'm in my PJs, I've almost devoured a large bag of crisps and I'm eying up the bottle of wine in the fridge. Maybe the extra calories will go to my chest...we know it won't, but it's nice to dream!