Run Fat Bi*ch Run!  (Nice I know!)

Ok, so I'm back... and still on my mission. Not quite Julie and Julia style. How the days have flown and how they continue to fly by... I now have 152 days left and I'm determined to make them count. My time has been swallowed by the wedding arrangements, a new (and increasingly demanding) job and a severe amount of back pain. 

Much time has been devoted to reclining on the couch, ensconced by recipe books and househould management (dressed up as a barrell of laugh) books. About to move house, I feel just about ready to deal with the domestic demands of marriage. I have accomplished unblocking the U-bend, cross stick, microwave cleaning and vaccum repairs. This no longer ills me with panick. I still endeavor to extend my cullinery repotoire and have got as far a putting Mastering the Art of French Cooking Vol 1&2 into my Amazon basket. It is as yet saved to buy for later. 

My progress aside, I am still in a flap about my appearance for 'the big day'. The photos that will be amassed and then cheaply spread on Facebook.The no doubt gormless changes of expression I will find tagged on return from my honeymoon. The pressure is beginning to sink in. I loathe having my photo taken and now I am supposed to enjoy, even revel in it! I don't want my day to be about photos. I feel action must be taken to increase my confidence so that my day does not become my plight to avoid the snap. I have several amateur photographer friends that no doubt will swoop and flash.

Another motivation I have to improve my confidence and figure is that I have the honour of being maid of honour to a very dear friend. This time I will not have the option to choose a flattering dress that hides and accentuates. I will obligingly wear what I am told. So I need to be whipped into shape. 

A louder motivation pushing its way from the back of my mind is the plan to become baby making ready...

Let the project begin!

I am freshly inspired by having lost 2lbs since the last time I weighed in. Hardly radical - since before Christmas. I expect there have been many fluctuations since then. But that happy news combined by the purchase of Run Fat Bitch Run by Ruth Field. This has changed my life in little over a week. I have found my Grit Doctor. See me go...

For the first time since my trampoling disaster I am excited about exercise and my capacity. I absolutely LOVE the/ my Grit Doctor. Long reign the Grit Doctor!

Tomorrow the plan (or my version of it) will continue and conquer.

Over and out...