google-site-verification: google935433b691795853.html KRISTY BERRIDGE: 2012-05-27

Saturday, 2 June 2012

What Follow Friday #2

Okay, I'm starting to suck at following through.
About two weeks ago I blitzed the ever popular meme "Follow Friday" through Parajunkee and Alison Can read's blog sites. Then, it was due to a girls night out where we sung badly, I watched other people get smashed, and then I snuck off home to bed before the clock struck twelve.
This week it was in celebration of my dad's birthday. While you were all undoubtedly discussing your favourite books (The Hunted Series), or raining praise upon the most influential author of our time (Kristy Berridge, aka: me), I was out eating.
Yes, please ignore my latest post Warring with my waistline Part 3. Although I am deeply committed to maintaining my gym membership and exploring healthy food options in the quest to assassinate my thighs, I was in fact eating myself into a food coma.
Pan seared Barramundi fillet, Jasmine rice, succulent greens, and hollandaise sauce. Yes, I spread them all over my lips, chewed vigorously and swallowed like I was doing Gandhi a favour.
Did I mention the sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce and ice cream? No? Probably best that I don't. As it is, I set myself back a full day at the gym and my husband has had to put a forklift on standby in case I can't roll myself to work on Monday.
Wait *looks up timidly* do you guys hear that?
It's an air raid siren. It seems that my thighs have already launched a counter attack. I apologise. I must run - literally.
Happy Birthday dad, you are the greatest.

Kristy :)

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Warring with my Waistline Take 3

I think that perhaps I should change the name of this post. After all, the Nazi's aren't invading my belly button. I may be warring with myself but my waistline is still hiding behind the enemy lines of my waistband.
Alas, I come bearing good news today. I have holstered my weapons of MASS destruction (you liked that pun, didn't you?) and formed an ally with my ass. I officially believe in the fitness mission and the benefits of counting calories.
Yes, you heard me. The Twinkies are locked away for good and spandex is the new Chanel.
So why am I so super psyched about exercise now?
My latest results!
I joined a gym about six weeks ago and scored myself an awesome trainer - Ollie. He set me up with a program that made my knees wave a white flag of surrender and the flappy fat on the back of my arms slap me in the face every time I raised a dumbbell above my head. But, it's all been worth it because apart from losing three kilograms, I also lost nineteen and a half centimeters on each thigh. Yes! Each thigh!
I always told you guys that my thighs were planning on taking over the world and clearly I have tempered that plan but trimming off the excess fat. Yes, Europe, you can thank me for that later.
Anyway, I won't linger. I have books to write and a mirror to stare at. So, catch you on the next weigh in and measure six weeks from now.

Kristy :)