22:04pm

I am so very proud of myself, and you should all know why so I’m going to tell you. I. Went. Running. Seriously! Even though I had hardly any motivation I managed somehow to force myself of my lard ass and pound those pavements for a full 34 minutes and I didn’t stop once, so there.

Albeit I was jogging slowly, but I don’t think that matters because I think it’s better to do moderate exercise for longer rather than do beastly high-impact for a short amount of time (although I was out of breath and sweating enough for it to be considered as ‘high-impact’ anyway). I’m so proud of myself.

The way I do it is just by running around the block over and over and over again. I know that sounds boring, but it really works for me, because it means that every four minutes or so I have the option to give up and go home, or push myself further. Plus it means that I don’t run until I’m knackered and then realise I have to run all the way back. Perhaps eventually I will be able to go for proper ‘runs’ but for now I’m really happy with my fitness progress as it is!

It was pretty creepy as it’s quite dark outside and we have some nutters around here; Terrifying Witch Family who put a witches broom rather than a conventional wreath on their door at Christmas-time, Confused Old Lady who walks her dog whilst pushing a pushchair with no baby in it, and Pervy Guy who lives with his mom even though he’s nearly 50 . . . and I just happened to run into them all. They are quite friendly actually (especially Pervy Guy oddly enough) and nothing really to be ‘scared of’ but you wouldn’t want to run into them in a dark alley, if you know what I’m saying. Luckily, there are no alleys on my round-the-block route.

Anyway, now I’ve made my point (that I’m a Fitness Queen yadah yadah yadah) I want to share with you all the benefits of a cold bath after exercising! About a million times better than a cold shower, because you can rinse yourself off with the shower-head thingy (we have one in our bath as well as shower), and then once you are nice and rinsed clean, you can stick the plug in and sit back in a haven of luscious freshness. It makes you feel so full of adrenalin and allows you to detox your mind. All you really think about is how long you can stick it, and once you realise that you could lay there all day it becomes really . . . spiritual. Weird I know, but I swear by it, and no matter what, my mom won’t be able to convince me against it.

Urgh. Just downed my ‘mingy tea’; it’s the only way to do it without vomiting I reckon.

I had my first ‘you’ve-lost-weight’ comment today, which is quite impressive since I have only been doing this Special K/Exercise/’Mingy Tea’ thing for four days. Actually, in hindsight perhaps I can’t put much hope on this comment, as it was my boyfriend Lewis who made it and I think that boyfriends are obliged to comment on such things, even if they are not true. He was hugging me and he went, ‘You feel really skinny, don’t lose too much weight’. Hmm. Quite suspect. What does he want?

I think I’m ever so slightly injured. The insides of my ankles feel bruised on both sides. Also, just out of interest, when you guys walk or run, do you ever feel it more in one leg than the other? I only ask because the muscles at the top of my leg often feel more worked when I am walking than the other, the same goes for my calves (they begin burning) and my shins, and just tonight this ‘injury’ that I’m adamant I have feels more achey on the right side than the left. Just wondering if this is normal, or if I’m perhaps taking larger steps with one leg than the other or whatever . . .

Anyways, I will do my evening exercises and then will be getting some well-earned shut eye. I am going to try and get up a little earlier tomorrow, because I keep feeling like I’ve wasted most of the day by the time I come downstairs. So, you know the deal, my food inventory for today is as follows:

· Special K chocolate chip bar

· 1 mango

· 1 tangerine

· 1 steak with creamy mushroom sauce

· Asparagus

· Macaroni cheese with 1 piece of bread

· 1 scoop Ben and Jerry’s

· Small glass white wine, 1 glass of Coca-Cola

I’ll be better tomorrow, pinky swear. Until then, sweet dreams . . .