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131 to D-Day!

It's 1st June 2010 and I now have 131 days left before D-day. What is D-day?? Nope, still keeping mum about it for now. Made a promise. But I will reveal it in due course.

So after last Saturday's emo-fest, I decided to be more positive and make the most out of whatever I have accomplished so far. I tell myself, yeah, you didn't lose as much as I wanted to but the main thing is I lost something. And that is better than nothing 10 times more.

I've hijacked my brother's glider exercise machine thingy-ma-jig last Friday night and by GOD, I actually lifted the bloody thing from my car into the house all by myself! But I have to say, it's totally worth the effort. I have strategically placed it in front of the tele with the full intention that I can watch tv AND exercise at the same time. So on Saturday, I hopped on it hoping to do a set of 20 minutes or half hour with Mr. Bean the Animated Series as my company. But, 10 minutes in the session, I was sweating buckets! BEAT! BREATHLESS! DELIRIOUS!!

Clearly, I was out of shape for far too long. Before long, I hopped off and tried to catch my breath. Phew!!

The next morning, I got on it again and this time I paced myself better, doing slower cycles and making sure I was BREATHING, and managed to complete 15 minutes of exercise without losing my mind. Way better than my previous 10 minutes!

Didn't do any last night though since I fasted the whole day and although I am fasting again today, I'm thinking of jumping on that thing if I have the time after break fast. Maybe once I've started doing this regularly AND the healthy eating, I'd be able to reach my goals faster and be toned/fit at the same time. Yayy!


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