A Bumpy Ride

Oh mi god...

I can't believe what happened tonight...

After what was one of the most intense PT sessions of all time Terri and I left and were heading back to her place. We stopped at a red light at one of the major intersections in town and after about 30 seconds my tired leg slipped from the brake and onto the accellerator and yep that's right I completely rear ended her :(

I was sooooo mortified.... we'd been at a standstill and then all of a sudden with a big surge my car bounced forward and hit hers for no apparent reason. The other cars around stared in astonishment as they witnessed what looked like some kind of life size game of dodgem cars.

Terri just continued on once the light was green so I followed her and burst into exhausted tears. When we got back to hers I couldn't believe there was no damage to our little bombs, NOT EVEN A SCRATCH! and all she could do is laugh hysterically at how impatient I had been and what the other cas around us must have thought.

She assures me that I too will laugh at this one day but for now I'm just incredibly embarrassed. One things for sure Sophie definitely can't claim we didn't put in! I really 'crashed' afterwards tonight!

Training Wheels.

When Sophie dragged out an 80kg truck tyre I was about ready to turn around and go home. What is this girl thinking? Clearly I should have filled in the disability section of her liability form with “suffers from severe case of the unco’s”. As predicted it turns out that my ability to run while pushing an 80kg tyre extends to barely keeping it upright and a fancy for steering it towards the lake. Next up were the sledge hammers which proved a little easier than pushing tyres but then that’s not saying much. So tonight we ran with tyres (well tried to run) and then sledge-hammered them to death in the park. We got some pretty weird looks...I’m not sure why?

Later Taters xxx

Do You Have An Extra Large In This?

I went shopping today and found a few dresses that I can wear to work. I've gone down a dress size which is nice and some of things I'd been wearing are fitting better. I just got my first CRT job the other day and I realised It’s gotten hot and I had nothing appropriate to wear. The problem is I refuse to buy clothes as I get bigger in hopes that I’ll loose more weight. Which means buying new things will just have been a waste of money, but at the same time I need to be realistic, I never loose that much weight very fast and I need to be presentable for work. I managed to find a few leggings and tunics that should last a little while and shrink with me. I’m down to a comfortable size 20 in Autograph clothes now. Mind you I was often wearing this size before I started as I refused to believe I was really a size 22. That’s a good start but it’s almost Christmas so I need to tread carefully. Other things I’m noticing is that sometimes I’m waking up before the alarm and I’m just feeling a lot brighter and energized, which is nice for a change. I feel positive today that maybe just maybe this time I will succeed.

Later Taters xxx

Waist Watchers.

Today was measurement day; I can hear the collective groans from you all echoing and bouncing off the walls of this blog. Yep no one ever really likes measurement day. It’s nerve wracking having to face the facts and evaluate your level of commitment. It’s been six weeks since we started, Sophie took my new measurements and I’ve lost 30cm all up. That doesn’t mean much to me really I find cm’s hard to comprehend. Sophie seems impressed but I always look to the scales for my validation. I’m down 9.8kg (including the 2 kg I lost on my own a couple of weeks before signing up with Sophie). Soph hates that I am so governed by my digital scales but I am and I’m sure we will address that addiction in another post down the track. I do feel that clothes are fitting better but the scales indicate I’ve only lost a little over 7kg since starting with Sophie. That’s almost 10 if you include the 2kg I lost prior to starting PT, but I would have thought I could do better than that based on previous attempts. Then again I guess I should be celebrating that I’m losing no matter how slowly, hopefully this means I am doing it the healthy and permanent way??

Later Taters xxx

Weapons of Mass Reduction

Kettle bells, medicine balls and box jumps, oh mi! These are a few of my least favourite things. Now that I have managed to fit two movie references in my first sentence it’s time to explore some of Sophie’s tools of trade a little more closely. or as I like to call them “weapons of mass reduction”, (yes I did just squeeze in another movie reference there, pathetic I know but what else do you expect from a girl whose spent a great deal of her life on the couch?). Anyway the purpose of this little reference guide is so that when I get on here whining and complaining about all the things I had to do and hated at training, you’ll know just what I’m talking about (though unless you go out and try a few of these things for yourself you’ll never truly be able to sympathise).

Check back here and I will continue to update this post as Sophie introduces us to new forms of cruel and sometimes unusual punishment.

Weapon: Kettle Bells

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Weapon: Medicine Balls

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Weapon: Boxing gloves

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Weapon: Dumbbell

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Weapon: Resistance band

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Weapon: Sledgehammer

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Weapon: Truck Tyre

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Weapon: Green pole

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Later Taters xxx

Mission Slimpossible!

Oh mi god! I turned up to training today and I can’t believe I lived to tell the tale! We had to swing kettle bells above our head and mix up some of the exercises with a medicine ball, doesn’t that sound nice? But wait there’s more. Then Sophie told us that we were going to run a lap of the oval, non-stop. I let a little laugh out before I realized she was serious. “If you stop or slow to a walk at any time, I’ll make you do it again” she said. I wanted to tell her I couldn’t, that I’d be knackered just walking it, but I was too afraid to protest. I just put my head down and started to shuffle. I looked at the ground the whole time. It made it easier not to look at how far we had to go. Sophie shuffled with us, encouraging us the whole way. As we approached 2/3rds of the way I began to wane and wonder seriously if I would make it. I dropped back a little in hopes that I could savour my energy, but then falling behind felt worse. With about 100 meters to go I looked up and picked up speed in a desperate attempt to make it back to the starting gate. My feet were dragging along the bitumen and I could barely hear Sophie over the sound of my heavy breathing. But guess what I made it! Tez made it back first, an incredible feat (what a bloody trooper) and I collapsed in behind her in combination of disbelief and relief. Thank god we wouldn’t have to do it again. Today was an awesome session. I hated every minute of it but it tested me and I left with a sense of accomplishment. I’m so proud of myself right now, who would have guessed I could do that? Sophie, that’s who! Perhaps this time reaching my goal is possible?

Later Taters xxx