Fabruary

Day one. 

I did the Blogilates calendar. Maybe not to the fullest intensity that I could have done, but still, I did it. There are just some moves that I can't do. Burpees and mountain climbers especially. Even more so when my hip hurts. But anyway, sucess there. 

I went for a walk. 70 mins, in two 35 min sections, with a load of browsing in between. I went shopping at the new big next, and an outfit for tomorrow's interview cost me £130. So I best get it now. But anyway, walk = sucess. 

I did day one of the flat ab challenge and the bum lift challenge this evening, took me all of 2 mins, although I get that it's going to increase day by day. Huge sucess. 

I kept to my diet. Sort of. Went a little over on my calories, and my days total nutrition breakdown was very carb heavy and only half the protein percentage, but still, I ate with consideration, so that's good. Another semi sucess. 

I drank two bottles of water. Two out of the four intended. I'm not good at drinking. Must try harder. Failure. Sad face. 

So yeah, day one, all in all, seems to have gone quite well. Just need to concentrate more on my protein intake and water consumption. 

Tomorrow might be tricky to do so, as I have such a busy day planned, but fingers crossed. It's also fasting day, and eating the right proportions is always easier on fasting days, but water might be my main issue. We'll see. 

Oh yes, and I'm in bed before 12, with my light going off as soon as this post is published. Sucess. 

I can't help but think sucess is spelt wrong now, I've typed it too many times. 

February

Its February already. How did that happen? 

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, this month is where I'm going to go hard, push myself and achieve what I set out to do. I eased myself into it in January, and didn't really give it enough effort, but from now on, I have 28 days to make a change. 

I kind of started already, with one aspect of the plan anyway. 10 days ago, I woke up and noticed I had split the seams of my pjs. It was the push I needed, so I dove straight back into intermittent fasting on Mondays and Thursdays, a calorie limit of 1100 every other day, and a goal of a high protein, low carb and generally clean diet. This I'm going to continue, plus amping up my morning exercise routine, timed perfectly with the start of the Blogilates FABruary calendar so I won't have to cherry pick my workouts anymore. I think I'm also going to attempt the 30 day bum and ab challenge in the evenings. I'm going to take weekly photos so hopefully I'll start seeing a change soon. 

Throw on to that a plan to drink more water (one of my Brita bottlefuls every quarter of the clock, so just shy of 2.5 litres in a day), and to get to sleep earlier and wake up earlier (she says, writing this at 1.30 am, good start there already) and I think that pretty much sums up my February.

Oh yeah, and to get back into the bridal side of things to get some dresses sold and do the prep and shoot for my 'last' short, also get another job, and you know, become an auntie, but my sister has all the work to do there. I might even try to blog more while I'm at it. 

February is going to be a busy one. 

Of gag reflexes.

I hate taking pills. I've never been comfortable with taking pills, and to be honest, would rather live with most issues rather than popping medication. I don't take paracetamol unless I have a fever, I don't take any painkillers for any pain, I just stay away from medication and either man up or go down the more natural and holistic approach. Pills just aren't a part of my life, and so I am not familiar enough with the idea of just swallowing something big enough to choke on. 

So when I got prescribed with a course of antibiotics yesterday, and then picked them up only to discover they are the size of fucking carrots, you can imagine my issue. I drank a whole litre of water trying to take the first one last night, as well as a yoghurt. The experience was so stressful I had to eat half a box of after eights to calm myself down (so much for the diet). Today wasn't so bad, but still pretty traumatic for something that should be so simple. I've also been prescribed with two months worth of naproxen, which can apparently cause your tummy to explode or something, so fingers crossed that doesn't happen. Those pills are pretty big too, but they're powder so I can just bite them in half. 

I looked up as to why I have this issue, and apparently it's something you either get over or have a life long problem with from about the age of 10, or something old people develop as they get older. So I guess at 10 I was like nope to pills and mushed them up in jam while everyone else was learning how to not be a pussy.

Either that or I am in fact a young person stuck in an old persons body, disguised as a young person's body.