I’m not sure why I started numbering days – quite pointless really.
I haven’t bothered to add to the daily walking I do, as I’d rather spend that extra time in the evening doing some other form of exercise. Thursday night I did an Xbox workout for 55 minutes, which was good. Last night I didn’t have much time so just did a few crunches and squats, etc.
It’s been a week since I started this new regime and according to the scales I’ve lost a kilo. My physical dimensions haven’t changed, unfortunately. I’m hoping the weight loss continues, even if small amounts, but I would like to see a gradual difference in body shape. The Xbox ‘game’ is called Your Shape. Some of the exercises in it are too difficult for me at this stage. I feel like a sack of potatoes. Some days the myfitness pal says I’m not eating enough calories, but I don’t trust their calculation of calories, fats, sugars, etc. I don’t eat a lot and have cut down on, or eliminated, bread and alcohol, eating lots of fruit and veges, so that’s good enough for me.
I had a couple of sheets of that opaque corrugated plastic sheeting left over from when H’s old boyfriend, J, attempted to repair the roofing ini the sunroom (unsuccessfully). I listed them on TradeMe for $5 and was surprised to see it get to $31. It’s now finished at $55. That stuff must be expensive. Just as well I thought to sell it. I just want it out of the garage. I’ve also sold a single bed headboard which hasn’t been used in a while. The garage is looking better but still a bit to go. Now it’s mostly old pots and spray bottles. I thought I’d got rid of all my pots but I found bigger ones. I also have two plastic petrol containers that the ex dumped on me. Will have to give them away. I’ve already got one. Why would I need three?
I’ve survived a week back at work. It started quite quickly but I’ve started clock-watching again. I hate having to sit all day at the desk. It’s like torture really.
I’m heading into town this morning to do some dress shopping. I need something for a conference dinner in Sydney next month. I actually had the courage to wear a sleeveless dress to work yesterday. People said I looked “summery” (well, it is summer), but didn’t comment more than that. Oh well. It’s not like I’m fishing for compliments. Of course, GB wouldn’t say anything. She described one vibrant (personality-wise) staff member as “bland”. I’d rather have the outgoing and happy, but apparently “bland”, person than the dressed-to-the-nines but shallow GB.
Must get dressed and head out.