This is Day 16, 17 & 18 of my attempt to get a flat stomach by the end of June. I’m doing it eating one meal a day and I’ve set myself a challenge to do 10,000 push ups and run a marathon– 1.5 miles at a time, all by the end of the month.
I’ve got 12 days left to achieve my goals.
And it’s getting exciting!
Who else but me could get excited about falling off the diet wagon?
Not many I’m guessing
I think it’s fantastic and funny and exciting because it sets me up for either an epic finish or an epic fail.
I should have seen the signs towards the end of last week.
It wasn’t going well on the eating plan front.
There was a certain amount of cheating going on and it became the theme of the weekend too.
Except it wasn’t cheating it was full blown abandonment – I didn’t even try.
I just didn’t see it coming. I was totally caught out.
I’m pretty sure I know what happened. It was a mixture of fatigue, illness, injury, laziness, father’s day, cake and greed, but I’ll rake over that mess another time.
Bloater Boy rides again
Right now I’ve got a serious bloat-on and it’s not pretty.
The scale was angry with me this morning, I asked it numerous times to show me the weight I wanted to see, but it kept spitting 174lbs at me. I called it a liar and walked off in disgust.
It was only after I’d checked with the tape measure that I realised I owed the scale an apology. But I didn’t bother, because frankly, the scale is not my friend and I don’t ever see that changing.
So anyway, enough of this nonsense…
I did take pictures over the weekend and today, but I’ll post them up tomorrow.
I ran on Saturday and I ran this evening (being Monday) and I did some push ups every day, although nowhere near enough.
Epic finish or epic fail?
There are 12 full days left before June draws to a close.
It was always going to be a push to achieve my goal in one month, and with three days totally lost, it now seems improbable that I’ll lose enough fat to reveal my abs.
I still hold out some hope that I can do it, but there’s absolutely no margin for error.
This is knicker gripping stuff, don’t you agree?