I suppose an update on how well the No Cheese Challenge went is due. So let me tell you: I successfully went 26 whole days without consuming that legenda(i)ry gouda stuff.
And yes, I know there are 28 days in February but listen, we’ve already discussed my failure on day one in which I wolfed down a cheeseburger like I’d gone weeks without eating.
The second sinful cheese consumption day shortly followed when my brother suggested a trip to Pizza Hut and I couldn’t resist a four cheese heaven sent pan crust. Let me live my overweight life in pizza… I mean, peace.
Despite this… success? (if I can call it that).. I found myself substituting cheese for literally anything else. A mature cheddar-less fajita? No problem, add chips instead. And I don’t even EAT chips.
So alongside March’s no chocolate challenge (I know, I’m already crying about it), I’m going to have to really consider not alternating things for what I’m cutting out.
Oh and you know my claim to drink two litres of water a day? Well that totally went down the drain. Quite literally because man alive, does water just go straight through me. I wish you could lose weight by peeing because I’d have met my goal twice over by now.
Downing that much water in the space of 24 hours is just not feasible. Because of such, I’m bringing the H2O daily intake down to at least one litre a day while my bladder accepts the change. (Apologies if that was too personal for you, ya girl has no filter).
Though a sort of positive part of my February ‘To the ten, Jenn’ attempt is that I bought gym gear? Like… that’s commendable, surely? That’s like the pre-step to signing your life away to a gym membership… I mean… signing up to a gym membership.
I’m not looking forward to it. I can’t even manage the stairs without thinking my lungs are trying to escape my body I’m that unfit. So I have no chance in hell on a treadmill or whatever happens in a gym. (Note to self: Google gym etiquette so you don’t make a fool of yourself).
I know it’s only been like twenty something days and results are never instant (particularly when I’m not really being successful) but I’m feeling hopeless right now.
So I beg of you, if anyone has got any tips to help me meet my end of year dress size goal, feel free to leave a comment or tweet me over on @Fuzzable. Go on, help a girl out.