Lazy ass bitch

I suck.  I officially suck.  I have come to the conclusion that I am such a lazy cow it isn’t even funny.  I have zero will-power and zero conviction.  I cannot get my arse off the sofa for just 15 mins of exercise 4 times a week.  On Thursday, I will be measured again for the first time since we started and I am pretty sure that I will have made no progress whatsoever.  I have got progressively worse.  Let me remind you of what I ought to be doing:

• 1 min walking / 1 min jogging for 1 mile, four times a week
• Nightly exercises, every night (20 push-ups (girlie style), 20 lunges, 20 squats, 30 second plank, 30 seconds side-planks, 10 stomach crunches)
• 30 minute brisk walk, 5 times a week (lunchtime)

Let me tell you what I have done in the last seven days:

• 20 minute slow stroll around the shops (yesterday)
• Rush to catch train home (yesterday) including running from work to Bank, between Central Line and Bakerloo Line platforms and then from Bakerloo Line to the mainline station platform.
• 1 x nightly exercises (yesterday)

That’s it.  Nothing else.  It’s shameful.  I really have no excuse.  Let’s now look at the food requirements:

• 2 litres of water a day
• Healthly breakfast everyday
• 4 pieces of fruit a day

So far this week I have skipped breakfast once, drunk about 500 ml of water in total over the two days (but buckets of tea) and had 4 pieces of fruit in total.  Again, shameful.

GRRRRRRRRRR