D-day!

D- Day finally arrived to walk my talk!

Ha! With a "lot" of courage I took my sorry ass to the gym today!

Why sorry? Who told me to eat so much lately?

"You have been condemned by the court of the Scale to get rid of those exceeding pounds before it is too late and start to care for your health!"

Technically if there was a court of the Scale, the above would be what they would say!

Mmmmm…. yes so let us start straight from the start!

Hubby buy torture machine and appoints himself my personal coach…. he was fired barely a week after severe complains from my muscles. That would be error number 1!

Trip to China last year did add in a pound of two. Let us be modest….. ok more accurate word not to lie……two…..or…. four kilos. That would be Error number 2!

Juggling with work managed to get the erhmmmm "amigos" under control until the festive period where I blew it all!! Error number 3!

Count….if there was a red area on the scale I would be literally in the red!

For the "petite" that I am, 1m60 being chubby is not good for the health and being married is not a valid reason to let go.

Objective set: From 56 kilos go down to 49 kilo max 52. I think it is a reasonable goal!

Sooooooo today after some mockery from hubby who was expecting me to call for help at first round, I registered for the month!!

I walked to the gym at 5:15 pm. Got up the stairs and signed for my sorry ass to be kicked!

I spoke to a coach there and explained that I was new and had not done any physical exercise for like ages.

Hey hoping from a car to an office and back to the car does not count as exercise, right?

If only I could have wiped out his little condemning smile off his face! But in fact, how could I blame him?

He suggested the first torture machine to be ….. drums rolling………  the bicycle for 15 mins.

Mmmmm…. those were the 15 mins where I have sweat like never before!! I was literally pouring out sweat!!

I was then directed to another hell machine where it is to work the tummy area.

Wow! There are a few muscles I rediscovered and those I never knew was there too!

After 3 set of 15 contractions……………………on the 1 level……………hey want did you expect! If there was a level 0 I would have taken it! Where was I……mmmmm…… oh yes, I went to another hell machine after 3 sets of 15…. still for contractions.

And then switched to another one…..

Oh of cause I was told not to forget to breathe. As if I could forget!! My muscles were CRAVING for oxygen!

At this stage I was sure my friend was not going to come.

It is when I pulled to the walking/ running cardio machine or some other name as barbaric, that she showed up.

Hey it was like 6:45pm, and it was time for even more torture.

This one is called Taibo. For those who do not have a clue of what it means just think of a multi- cultural kid.

Here the kid is called Taibo.

His mum is called aerobic and the dad is martial art kind of thing.

A lot of punching and kicking, and twisting and jumping and some more kicking on fast beat music.

That was funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Well as far as I took care not to get my fist in my neighbour’s face or kick the ass of the person in front of you….. and of course do your best to dodge too!

But it was really fun. I will lie if I said that I have not stop a few times to catch my breath and relieve my poor heart and wipe the pouring sweat.

Oh I have discovered even more muscles that I didn’t had an idea they were there!!

For now…I am not really a wreck, but still…. I will go take two paracetamol pill before I go to sleep.

I have absolutely no idea how I am going get of my bed and go visit the customers tomorrow!

You damn chocolates, sooooo tasty and appealing and sooo creamy and generous!! You have been banned!! Well, until I am no more in the red and that my scale stops lying!