Project “get off my fat a**”
I can no longer get into my pants. There are one or two pairs I can get into but once in I can either zip them up, or sit down, but not both.
So, the only baking for the last few weeks in this house has been promptly sent off to friends and last night I went to a boxing class and sweated and swore for an hour and 15 minutes. Today I am stiff, sore and very glad that day 1 is behind me… onward and upward (or downward).
I have booked and paid for 10 classes – do not let me flunk out on this one! As much as I hate exercise I cannot afford a new larger wardrobe. These ARE my fat pants.