When I saw this I laughed so hard and knew I just had to share it! My abs still hurt from the laughing…
Note to self: need more ab-work.
I don’t remember the last time I went to the gym. Or went for a run. I haven’t been to boot camp in a while either (I missed the sign-up deadline for May… now I have to wait until June).
I do, however, remember the last time I ate icing straight out of a cup, and what I had for breakfast. It was covered in sugar & cinnamon, and dipped in chocolate dipping sauce. And I ate it in a fluffy pink dressing gown that adds another 5kg. Oh yeah, I’d totally tap me in the mornings.
Tomorrow, however, is a completely different story. I will get to the gym in the morning, and go out for a walk in the afternoon.
Please members of this tight-knit community – do not be alarmed! This is not delusion. This is motivation.
It was hard to spot at first.
But I’m 98% confident I’ve got it right, now.
This week I have a nice, casual dinner plan sorted. We’re headed into winter, so I want warm, filling meals – and it’s dark by the time I get home I’m lazy so they have to be quick and easy.
Solution one: cook a batch of something delicious on Sunday, and eat up well for the fist half of the week (at least). Cue this so-easy-my-dog-could-do-it recipe: roasted vegetable couscous salad with cashews for extra crunch.
Yum!
I made a bulk-batch of four servings, at approximately 370 calories each, with really simple ingredients. If you’re interested in the recipe, read on! Continue reading
So… serious question: who else gets serious plumber crack when squatting?

In the comfort of my own living room it’s fine. Cool breeze and all that.
Boot camp on the Wellington waterfront in front of a team of fellow boot-campers… Not so fine. Especially when kit out in boxing gloves, squatting between sets. No one deserves to be subjected to that horror!
Enough is enough – with the lack of a better option, I’ve invested in a couple of long men’s singlets. Men’s singlets because oh my Lordy they are so much cheaper. And fit better. What’s up with that, Adidas? Huh? Huh?!
So yeah, who else has this…errr… Issue?
And what do you do to deal with it?
Boot camp has been getting better and better – and I definitely feel it in between! There have been plenty of body weight exercises, more boxing, and suicide sprints.
The latest ‘thing‘ seems to be what our trainer calls snack planking. Ummmm… what the?! What the indeed.
I had never heard of it – and googling it isn’t much help either. For those of you who are as confused as I was when I first heard the phrase, the idea behind snack planking is multiple bursts of planking with limited rest time in between.

10 second plank.
4 seconds rest.
Repeat. Forever.
Sounds easy, doesn’t it?
It is in the beginning…
…Then you just want to collapse into a pile of sweat and tears.
We did them yesterday at the end if our session in a car parking building (wet weather back-up plan). I have never been so thankful for being able to lay on a dirty car park floor in my life. Any tears were tears of joy, once it was over.
Ouch. My arms.

After a week’s break, the April boot camp sessions kicked off this morning. With more fitness testing!
My very first session as testing too – I wrote about it here. And I’m glad I noted my results, because it gives me a standard platform to compare my progress.
Progress indeed!
After the last test, I mentioned that I was going to focus on my upper body and core. And I certainly feel like I’ve improved – though my planking results don’t show it.
Next focus will be on my mental stamina: got to improve those planking and wall-sits times! Maybe crack 60 sit-ups, too?
Oh, the things we do for love (and to rock a bikini)!
Tomorrow has an early start – not only does boot camp start at 6am, but I’m planning to run/walk/zombie-shuffle my way there, across the other side of town. It’s not far… only about 6km, and I’ve walked home in under an hour before, but I don’t want to be too tired before I even start the boot camp session (Boxing – yay!).
Thankfully, work has a coffee machine that even I can use. And it doesn’t even taste foul! *
*just not particularly nice sometimes.
We’ll all just pretend that I didn’t adopt the American spelling of tyre.