Confessions

Dear Reader, I have a confession to make... Today I succumbed to the barest sliver of my evil workmate's delightful pastry from Daci & Daci. It was delicious. I loved it. You can't make me feel bad about it. I loved every little flakey, sugary, fruity moment of it. I washed it down magic greeen goo so I think that makes it okay.

Grunted and sweated (and laughed) through my second Fusion class with Deborah after work (I think I'm going to make it a regular thing. It's a great class). The incessant smiling makes it kind of better, kind of worse. :D My calves are still sore from yesterday's class and now my abs are stinging right up around my ribcage. I live in the hope that by the end of this 60 Days it won't hurt so much. I might miss it a little bit though... At least you know you've done exercise when your disgruntled body reminds you of it constantly. Many balls were dropped today - I'm just thankful I didn't fall over as well as losing control of my ball.

Al (the husband) has remarked that I already seem brighter and straighter, more energetic . I know I certainly feel it. I must say that the workplace benefits of increased concentration and energy is probably balanced out by the increased number of toilet visits - all that water I'm drinking has to go somewhere.

Dinner tonight (as recommended by the Great and Marvellous PLAN) was thai beef salad. Bloody bugs have eaten my mint and I failed to notice the chillis when I read the recipe so didn't get any, and I used iceberg instead of butter lettuce and probably made only half the dressing but it was delicious nonetheless and we'd definitely do it again. Al has enjoyed all of the food so far and has been impressed with how quick and simple everything is and how little washing up there is compared with the food I usually cook. Hahaha!

Ciao for now!