As we know, I fucking HATE exercise, like the fucking plague, I hate exercise. I would rather fast for a week than go for one run. I HATE exercise. But, today I managed to go for a decent walk with a friend and have also decided to do a little bit of toning exercise. For my boobs to start with, because my breasts are so tiny, I figured if I perk up my pecks then maybe they will look less... empty. So, I have been doing wall pushups, leading to proper man push ups. So for two weeks I am doing three sets of 15 reps of these, then I am going to try the pushups on the stairs and lead to the man push ups, so hopefully in about two or three months, I should be able to do a man push up. Then I will try and see if I can incorporate some crunches or something, because I am worried that I am skinny fat. Fuck it. The walk apparently burnt off about 180 cals, so that's excellent. :)
Today, I had a bigish baked potato with mustard, ketchup and low fat mayo with coffee and milk and that's it. Obviously, all these things are high fat and carbs, blah blah, I know. Tomorrow it's veggies all the way. Anyway. So my total for today is 463. I'm not eating anymore. My friend wants to go for a pub lunch tomorrow, so I need to check out what I can have there. Or loads of walking, I dunno. Fuck, I'd rather just get some wine. But the aim is to have less than 500, which will be a salad or something. I think I should be able to convince him that I'm just not hungry. Yes. Weighed in at 59 again today. Hoping for 58 tomorrow. By the time I get to 57 I should be able to do up that corset, but shit, I only have a week.
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