So I am now onto level two of the 30 day shred. I managed to complete level one ten times in total over a two-week period. Two days were missed due to work commitments and two due to
sheer laziness other things.
My legs were in absolute agony for the first three days and even walking up and down the stairs was like torture. Then, around about day five it stopped hurting. By day seven I was even beginning to
enjoy it hate it slightly less.
By day ten I was completing level one and rather than feeling sick and dizzy I actually still had some beans left and was feeling great.
I figured it was time to step it up a gear but not without a progress check. I hit the scales. Nine and a half stone. Exactly. Still.
How? I have also been watching my diet and missing out on lots of
lovely naughty stuff. While Mr B has been swigging his wine and munching his cake I have nursed my fizzy-water and tried to feel virtuous. But still the scales won’t shift.
I then read this post by fellow blogger Melksham Mum who is having a similar issue. But after seeing her awesome before and after shots I decided to re-measure my waist. I have lost nine centimetres!
Today I completed level two.
I feel sick.
I will get shredded.
Just watch me.
Oh Lord I sound like an American talk show host.