Day 1 – Cardio Day
Today I did my Core workout. It was pretty intense. All the scissor kicks, sit up variations, fire hydrants, planks and leg raises are kicking my arse. In a way it’s great because I can tell that my back and stomach are getting stronger from all the support I’m building. It’s just the effort that goes into a workout that floors me. I have a serious love / hate relationship going on. I love the smug feeling I get once I’ve done a workout but I hate the fact that I have to spend an hour headbutting my belly button to feel that way.
After any session I do I usually feel so pumped up on adrenaline and endorphins I feel like I could lift an armoured truck if I wanted to. This feeling is only temporary. When my body clocks on to the fact that there are no armoured trucks to lift I have a shower, put a nice pair of PJ’s and as soon as that happens there aint no way I’m doing anything other than sitting on the sofa, drinking a protein shake, watching Pretty Little Liars and having a nap until Mr Maybe comes home.
Day 2 – Rest day and food porn
Today was rest day. I spent it watching movies with Mr Maybe and soaking in a bubble bath with a cheeky glass of red wine (I know! Naughty!) I feels like I only just had a rest day but I sorely needed to have a date night with my boyfriend that wasn’t precursored by a deeply unsexy hour or so of red-faced grunting, lifting weights or getting chased outside by an invisible doberman.
So, to make sure you remain entertained during this little intermission – I bent to nonexistant demand and finally made the slide show of the things I have been eating during my 12 week fitness challenge that nobody asked for.
If you are not a fan of food-porn then look away now.
Day 3 – Legs Day
Today was legs day. Which obviously means that I will be unable to go to the toilet tomorrow without audibly whimpering in pain. But that’s fine. I need to get my legs into shape and it’s not like the excess fat is just going to leap off my body by itself. Attention must be paid.
Mini Maybe is at the flat at the moment. Which made slapping on the spandex and sumo squatting with a dumbbell really quite awkward. No kid should witness a potential stepmother getting butt-crack sweat. However I got through my hours workout like a champ… Despite Mini-Maybe asking “Does it hurt?” in sporadic intervals. This is because I look like I’m going to die when I work out. I’m reduced to a groaning shell of my former self.
I seriously don’t know how people get “hit on” at the gym. Talk about awkward. I can’t imagine anything worse than having someone ask me out while I’m dripping with sweat. I don’t look sexy while lifting weights. I look like I’m about to give birth through my butthole. But you know what? That’s because I’m pushing myself.
Day 4 – Rest Day – Heading off for a mini-break in Nottingham
Today is Rest Day. Mr Maybe has whisked me off to Nottingham to visit Mother Maybe for her birthday this weekend. I was both excited and nervous about this. Because while I had met Mr Maybe’s family before – this was a family event, which was totally different. Questions could be asked. I might be put on the spot about babies or marriage and be unable to use my boyfriend as a human shield. The upshot to the impending potential for desaster was that Mother Maybe is a huge dog lover – so if things went tits up I could drown myself in puppies for the duration of the weekend.
It started well though. Especially when Mr Maybe was forced to get in the boot / dog jail due to lack of space in the car.
Day 5 – Cardio day (I go for a run with my adopted wold pack)
Today was Cardio Day. Mother Maybe was initially concerned her dogs might maul me on entering her house, as they “don’t do so well with strangers.” I was braced for some form of attack, trying to remember what to do if this sort of thing happened. Play dead? Yell? Climb a tree? No, wait that was bears wasn’t it?
However, apart from one minor headbutting incident – no snarls, barks or tooth bearing occoured.
So while Mother Maybe took the wolf pack for a walk, I forged ahead for a run with George.
Isn’t he good looking?! Obviously he showed me up entirety and left me in the dust in a matter of seconds. But it was great to try and keep up with him. He bounced along with as much enthusiasm as a laker girl experiencing a sugar rush. And you know what? I’m not complaining. I just have to figure out how to smuggle him into my suitcase and take him home with me.
Day 6 – Rest – Sadly today I’m heading home from our mini break in Nottingham. It’s been relaxing (and itchy thanks to my hayfever) but I’ve loved it. Mr Maybe patted my arm and said “Well done.” Which kind if made me feel like a “best in show” ribbon-winner at crafts. But – meh, I guess I’ll take it.
Day 7 – Arms Day
Arms day today! I did my usual set using 5lb weights and felt amazing (if sweaty) afterwards. I was looking forward to making some progress with arms over the past two weeks and if youre very quiet, squint and look closely I think this may have happened.
It’s only week two – but thankfully another 2lbs have been concored. Bring on week 2!