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fat is still a feminist issue
Jul. 2nd, 2009 01:59 pm1. Hot and bothered. Loft office turns into oven by early afternoon and it's pretty much impossible to work there.
2. Awaiting a project decision. Cannot decide whether I want to win it (yay! money!) or lose it (famously exhausting client, August deadlines)
3. Doing a tonload of exercise, having decided to Do Something about not fitting into summer clothes any more. Also dieting. I managed a full 5 days on the Red Carpet Workout, before deciding that I didn't have the capacity or masochism to pursue a teenyweeny diet while also exercising.
( Impossible diets and Daily Mail fashionista-anorexics )
Anyway. Not being anorexic in any way shape or form, and blessed with the kind of bosoms that would drive FCJs straight to Harley Street, I have simply been eating significantly less and doing metric fucktons of exercise and been rewarded by...well, absolutely no weight loss whatsoever. Bugger. Bugger.
I am dead hard, though.
4. ETA The exercise thing, though: Wow. I was getting very very sedentary and struggling to do more than exercising once or twice a week. In the current Mad Plan, which is just about cranked up to Max, I'm exercising around 5 times a week (last week: aerobics, Zumba, Bodypump, running, gym) and I've gone from aching and creaking to...bendy, fit, and completely red in the face.
I did Zumba (Beware, music!) last week, which is aerobics crossed with Latin American dancing (lots of chachacha and cumbia rhythms) and when I came out I couldn't stop grinning for the rest of the afternoon.
I'd rather be able to run for the bus than wear Louboutin heels.
*Bonus dose of salts from 'Observer Woman Makes Me Spit.'
2. Awaiting a project decision. Cannot decide whether I want to win it (yay! money!) or lose it (famously exhausting client, August deadlines)
3. Doing a tonload of exercise, having decided to Do Something about not fitting into summer clothes any more. Also dieting. I managed a full 5 days on the Red Carpet Workout, before deciding that I didn't have the capacity or masochism to pursue a teenyweeny diet while also exercising.
( Impossible diets and Daily Mail fashionista-anorexics )
Anyway. Not being anorexic in any way shape or form, and blessed with the kind of bosoms that would drive FCJs straight to Harley Street, I have simply been eating significantly less and doing metric fucktons of exercise and been rewarded by...well, absolutely no weight loss whatsoever. Bugger. Bugger.
I am dead hard, though.
4. ETA The exercise thing, though: Wow. I was getting very very sedentary and struggling to do more than exercising once or twice a week. In the current Mad Plan, which is just about cranked up to Max, I'm exercising around 5 times a week (last week: aerobics, Zumba, Bodypump, running, gym) and I've gone from aching and creaking to...bendy, fit, and completely red in the face.
I did Zumba (Beware, music!) last week, which is aerobics crossed with Latin American dancing (lots of chachacha and cumbia rhythms) and when I came out I couldn't stop grinning for the rest of the afternoon.
I'd rather be able to run for the bus than wear Louboutin heels.
*Bonus dose of salts from 'Observer Woman Makes Me Spit.'
