Focusing on Focusing....

Ahhhhhh so that IS what makes a difference............

Well I spent the whole week with my mind clearly focusing on the 2.7mils of goo I wanted to remove from my body...

I woke Wednesday morning to a gain in weight and lost my focus... I had spent the whole week with the 2.7 chant going while I was at the gym, in the shower, the last thing I thought before going to sleep, every time I had a drink... and believe me when you are drinking around 5 litres of water a day that is pretty damn often... 2.7 mil was my focus....

Then Wednesday morning arrived, my first thought when the alarm went off was... "Hell I just can not do this today!" Which is pretty amazing as my brain doesn't usually even attempt to gather words together until I have left the bedroom, been to the toilet, staggered up the hall and been greeted by my fur kids... and then the usual first thought is.. "let go of my arm Tank!"...

So while I was fighting my instinct to not get up, I managed to make it all the way past the morning-glad-to-see-me-licking-machines, gave them their good morning treat and put them outside for their first wee, mixed up my precardio concoction, looked at it and thought it was a waste of time drinking it as I really did not want to do this today, drank it anyway, let the fur kids back in and tucked them back under their blankets to snooze till Daddy got up later, then went to get changed for the gym.

It was and realised that I had drunken my concoction, which I should not have done, as I had to weigh myself for measurement day! SHIT! so my mood went further down as the numbers on the scale went up...

Still I finished my morning chores and headed to the gym... after sitting in the car for a fraction of a second longer than needed while I still decided whether I really should be doing this today... I got into the gym and found one of the other Getting-Ready-For-Comp ladies on the cross trainer that I usually use... now honestly, cross my heart hope to die, I did not give a shit that she was on it... I just wandered past and looked at all the other fabulous machines on offer..... There is the rower, 2 exercise bikes, 2 recumbent bikes, two stair masters, a whole room full of spin cycles, and a beautiful proud line up of treadmills.. Bribies Fitness Matters rocks with cardio equipment!!!

By then the other GRFC lady was telling me that she just had 15 more minutes and then I could have the machine... I said, don't worry I can't be bothered I'm going home... and then... well then it all sort of fell apart... she insisted I take the machine, I once again said no I could not be bothered today, she insisted and jumped off the machine, I said No, I REALLY did not want the machine, I could not bebothered today and headed for the door, she INSISTED I get on the machine, and then.... well then... oh hell then... I said... ohh ok I yelled... NO! I. CAN. NOT. BE. FUCKED! I. AM. GOING. HOME!!!!!!

Yes folks the Hissy fit was thrown... I was consoled by Julie the other GRFC lady and explained to her that I really just should not have even attempted to do cardio that morning as my body and mind were telling me to REST!!! I also sent the lady I yelled at a text later apologising for the hissy fit... sigh...

As you imagine, after an embarrassing episode like that, then having to explain my early return to Hubby, I sulked through breakfast and spent the rest of my morning in a fog of despair, hunger and grumpiness, I had lost total focus on the 2.7 I had aimed at all week...

Soooo when I arrived at Kelli's for the calipers from hell I was sure that another week of goals had been lost...

No I did not reach my 2.7 magic mils, I did reach 2.4mils of goo gone... which puts me once again ahead of next week... yay! I am now at 43.4 mils total skinfolds and I need to get to around 30 mils in 8 weeks time... should be do-able... In fact I already have a new number to chant for this week... instead of the amount I want to loose I now have the number I want to reach... 41.8 mils, it just has a nice ring to it...

After hearing of the hissy fit Kelli has banished me to the Spin Cycle room... No not really, it is because she knows I like to focus when I do anything in the gym and sticking the ipod in my ears and hitting the spin cycle is the best way for me to do this... It probably is also the safest for everyone else in the gym lol

I spun this morning and wow what a buzz.. Now... I have already admitted to believing that cycles of the non motorised kind were designed by the devil, and honestly I do not "enjoy" spinning.. it is bloody hard work!!! But the feeling afterwards, after standing up and grinding away, then sprinting in between with my heart rate going up and down like an roo on a trampoline... well it is a fabulously delicious feeling of being just plain exhausted... Love it!!

So with my new cardio routine and new goals I have another week to enjoy.... well maybe just survive!!!

And now as they say in the strip club... Its Jelly time!!