Day 18 - Eat loads of food and lose weight...

I was a WIMP. Pure and simple. Gareth decided we were doing lots of cardio today. His exact words. We did A LOT OF CARDIO. He made me run (with a little walking, on and off) for 25 minutes... I am so tired now. Followed by a ton of boxing (ish). I can barely type.

I think that he was in such a good mood today because it's his birthday (Happy Birthday Gareth! 25 years OLD) and that it was such a gorgeous day he decided that we were going to really push to my limits. I found it. At about minute 10.  But he wasn't having any of it.  He's definitely getting bossier as he's gotten older.

At work, five people in very quick succession asked me if I'd been out in the sunshine all lunchtime... No, no, this is the post workout glow (my face was purple). 

On the bright side, I weighed in again today and have lost another 4lbs - whoop! whoop! that's 10lbs in just 18 days.  Round of applause? Muchas Gracias. 

[Some of you may be wondering why I haven't posted since Saturday (yeah right, like there's anyone reading this). I was ill with a man-cold so couldn't type. Really. But all better now!]

AND I resisted eating even one cake from a huge platter of gorgeous cakes at work this afternoon. I sent a photo of it to Gareth, 'Should I eat it?' His reply 'umm.. you tell me?' Dammit. No permission granted even after turning purple.  I bet he's eating cake today.  Y'know, being birthday boy 'n'all.

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Last Saturday, I swam my usual mile. Normally it takes me an hour (sometimes a few minutes more). However, last Saturday it took me 56 minutes!!! Can you believe it? I've knocked four minutes off my time (my maths is amazing).

Yesterday I went swimming again in my lunchbreak, determined to do it in 56 minutes or less. Half way through (I was making good time), the fire alarm went off. Due to my immense dedication, I requested that I carry on swimming. I mean, I was in the safest place right? But alas no, I had to get out and stand by the side of the pool.

What? I said. THAT side of the pool. Nearest the street. With the big windows. You've gotta be kiddin' me!

For me, each swim starts with a sprint from the ladies changing rooms to the pool, head down, hoping not to see anyone, and ends likewise. If I can't see them then they can't see me. Perfect. But now, this pool attendant wants me to stand next to floor-to-ceiling windows with the general public standing right outside? At a bus stop. Looking in because the fire alarm was sounding.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE. YOU WIN THIS TIME.

Thankfully, the pool attendant dished out tin foil foil blankets to everyone. I tried to get back into the pretend burning building to get my iPhone to take a picture for you all in my tin foil finery but, funnily enough, they wouldn't let me back to the changing rooms. I tried people, I tried.

I've kept my blanky for the fast approaching day when Husband refuses to turn the heating on anymore because it's TOO WARM. From the man who wears t-shirts all through winter.

New experiences = 8. Wrapped in tin foil in front of a crowd.