Well I'm still following the plan, although I've now reached that annoying time when I've plateaued in my enthusiasm. I think this is what the various sociologists with too much time to think about New Year's Resolutions termed 'Blue Monday' (although mine hit on a Wednesday, I'm fairly sure it can still be applied).
Yesterday's exercise was the moves, which I did, grumpily. I won't lie, fairly sure I cheated. A lot. But at least I tried! I've realised that doing the exercise in the morning is much better than night, as after a long day of work the last thing you want is to come home and workout (which is why I cheated!).
With this in mind I forced myself out of bed half an hour early this morning and took on Davina's rowing 'machine' again. I still can't quite work out if it hurts so much because I'm doing it wrong or because it's doing me good - the eternal dilemma of exercise!
On the (very) bright side my clothes feel fractionally (!) smaller, and my housemate thinks I've lost weight (I should say here that this admission came as a result of me storming into her room at 7am, holding my breath and demanding to know if she thought I looked thinner. I'm almost certain that she probably would have said anything to get me to leave but still, I need all the encouragement I can get!). I've also noticed that I'm eating healthier too. Spending half an hour sweating away at some form of exercise makes you much less inclined to inhale a chocolate bar and undo all the good work. Unfortunately this mentality hasn't reached my white wine addiction yet...
