Hurray! I found a nice gym with a nice crèche. So nice in fact, that I’d rather spent my hours sitting in the crèche than on the gym floor, but I guess I’ll have to grow up here. I will have my fitness assessment (uh-oh…) tomorrow, and for the first time in her short life, little L will be looked after by strangers for a total of 60 minutes. If mummy doesn’t burst into tears and rescues her before the time is up, that is.
During the past week, little L and me made it twice to Mummy & Me yoga. If you think these classes were all about gazing at each other’s babies, dadada and peek-a-boo, you are just wrong. I was working up a good sweat and left the studio huffing and puffing.
On a nutritional level, I have been quite bad last weekend. Pizza-for-lunch and curry-for-dinner bad. Also, during the past days and with the generous support of Big M, I managed to clear out the naughty cupboard. Almost all our souvenirs from the trip to Germany are gone. Well done, me! But: I did cut out my afternoon pastry completely, just the odd vanilla latte or hot chocolate remains to cheer me up on my daily stroll around the neighbourhood.
Walking is supposedly good for you. The only problem with this neighbourhood is the density of bakeries, restaurants and coffee shops on the way. And I am not good at saying No at the moment, it seems.
Having said all of the above, I was pleasantly surprised when I stepped on the scales this morning. How did this happen? Is it really just one pastry a day less? Or is it all down to the positive thought of potential exercise in mind that made me shrink miraculously?
Now for the weigh-in:
Starting weight: 136 pounds
Goal weight: 125 pounds
Last week: 135 pounds
This week: 133 pounds
Pounds lost: 2
How many pounds left to lose: 8