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 :)
