Day 63. I think!

Hello blogness my old friend, I've come to write on you again (Sounds of silence tune).

Been an interesting week or so since we last spoke, I have mostly stuck to the programme and mostly been on the ball with the exercises. I am enjoying getting to failure on some of them. Not at the time, obvs, but after, it feels good.

Swee says he is hating the skipping! I am still enjoying it and have started listening to music while doing it, since we don't have to count at the moment. You can really get into the rhythm and it almost becomes a dance. Great fun.
I have also started to notice new lines appearing and new muscle popping out! Great! If only I could stop having little lapses (at the weekends only) I reckon things would be happening even more. Still, I am down to 15.75 stones... Unbelievable really. At my highest ever weight, I was a smidgen under 22 stone... When I started FIYL I was about 17.60, so I am really happy with that.

As Swee previously blogged, he was getting sick of cold veg at lunch time, as am I. I have started to make pita wraps. Filled with Chicken breast and rammed full of veg. Much more appealing than a plate full. I reckon, out of the 63 days, I have had fish on at least 50 -55 of them. Not good idea! I am utterly sick of it at the moment and am firmly back on the chicken. In hindsight, I should have been mixing them up. I was mixing up the types of fish, but that still is too much too soon. Still off the red meat though, and the digestion is still thanking me for it.

Got a serious 'ladz' week coming up. In reality it's only a couple of days, but that's what we're calling it. A massive night out tomorrow night, then golf on Friday, followed by a unhealthy amount of 'soup' (alcohol for the north Americans), Heineken Cup semi final on Saturday, avec soup. Night out with the GF on Saturday night. Then, Easter Sunday lunch at the old dears.... Hmm not really seeing a way round this one.

I solemnly swear, that as of Easter Monday until the 30th April, inclusive. I will be FIYL monk-like. This will be the final push for the finish line and I will stay well within the lines.

Right, that's do from me. Over to you (SWEE).

Over & out.