Mountain charged and padded shorts arrived but, again, only
the half a pound off this week. Now, unlike last week where I fell a little bit
to pieces, I feel absolutely on track.
As much as I think we all harbour a little bit of an
obsession with our bathroom scales and what they tell us, I think it is
important to focus on how we feel, how our clothes feel and what we see in the
mirror. I have loads more energy, my
clothes are looser and my shape is much more toned. Yes, I have a long way to go but the results
are coming. I realise now (thanks to the
encouragement, leg slaps and input of others) that the scales are only telling
part of my story and that my fat burning army will continue at a pace suited to
my body.
Onwards and upwards... today in freezing temperatures, we braved Thorpe
Park and a much more enjoyable experience than the last time I went to a theme park. Here is a snippet from my very first blog, 23 weeks ago after spending a day at
Chessington; “I almost had an embarrassing experience on the Vampire ride which has a drop down harness which clicks into place. Two attempts and my boobs ended up east and west and almost acting as ear muffs. Another lady who got on the ride before me wasn’t so lucky and embarrassingly had to get off the ride as her harness would not lock into place. I couldn’t help feeling that that could be me next year.”
I had such a different experience today. Harnesses clicking easily into place, running around for hours in sub zero temperatures and riding all the thrill rides. If you are going to be cold then might as well add 62 metres in height, 130 km/h and a G-force of 4.5. Oh yes my little chicka dees, mummy did Stealth.
As
of today, they have planned to start pricing their
first international flights based on the weight of its passengers and their
bags. Depending on the flight, each kilogram
(2.2 pounds) costs 93 cents (62p) to 1.06 US dollars (70p).
I have no idea how they are going to police
this but if I ever find myself travelling Samoa Air, you will undoubtably be able to spot me at check in. I will be the one standing there in a bra, pants and flip
flops.
Here we go then, cobwebs blown away, thirty
two and a half a pound of roller coaster fat gone, thirty seven and a half
a pound and counting. Sx


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