Tomorrow I’m starting the Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation.
I’m actually terrified. Have been since I signed up.
I’ve been preparing myself as much as I can — I’ve started eating better, I’ve bought a heart rate monitor (an HRM if you’re into the fitness lingo), I’ve set up my iPod* with MyFitnessPal and RunKeeper and I’ve downloaded military cadence playlists on Spotify. I’ve printed out the recipe plan for this week, set up a folder to categorise ALL THE THINGS and bought all the ingredients.
I’ve cheated and bought a few days’ worth of Lite’n’Easy to cover me for the first week or so cause this week is kinda gonna be full on (for all the right reasons) and because I know that once I teeter on the edge I’ll already be halfway to zomg-i’m-a-failure-i’m-giving-up town.
I’ve already called Michelle a bitch while I’ve been going through this week’s workout schedule. I expect much more of it when my alarm goes off at 5am tomorrow to get in one of my six hours of exercise a week** before I start work at 8am.
I haven’t been telling every Tom, Dick and Harry about me getting on board with this, but I’m getting key ppl on board — basically the people I hang out with the most because I need them to be shaking their pom poms for me.
So the navel-gazing about 2013 that’s occupied the last couple of posts has resulted in me signing up to this thing. In summer. Over Christmas. Yeah, I’m crazy. But I think I’m crazy enough to maybe pull this thing off.
Cause that Big Thing I’ve been expecting from 2013? This might be it.
* It’s actually an iPhone that I’m only using because it’s smaller than my Note 2. I love my Note but have you tried shoving it down your sports bra??
** Yeah, six hours a week. WTF indeed.