Got a good nights sleep again but work up tired and bloody starving. Weight is still at an all time low record which cheered me up for about 5 seconds. I really struggled on the treadmill during fasted cardio but completed the hour and did roughly 10 minutes posing practise. Took some progress pictures and sent them to my coach. I looked leaner in the pictures (which she confirmed) but I have like empty saggy skin on my ass cheeks which looks a bit gross but I am hoping that the tan will hide some of it and if I tense my arse like there is no tomorrow I might be ok. I suppose there is nothing I can do about it now, but Sandi is fully aware and has a plan of action once I start training again.

Got to work and my mood progressed to the following;

This was exasperated by Gary (who nearly became the guy I don’t go for walks with at lunchtime) tips up with a box of beautiful looking Easter cakes. Now this isn’t too bad as he has done a good job of hiding them however when they all start talking about eating them and Easter eggs, I lost it. In a firm but kind of polite way I ask them to please not talk about chocolate as I am finding it hard, then Gary replies ‘we are all in the same boat Niki.’ What? My instant response (and said a slightly higher volume than required at the work place) was ‘how are you in the same mother fucking boat as me Gary?’ Everyone bursts out laughing and I hit rage 100%.

After deciding that I am still talking to Gary we manage to get out for a walk at lunchtime. Phil (who is 1 foot taller than me) sends a message to Gary to inform him that yet again he has won the raffle at the cafe at work and has won an Easter egg. Now I am sure I made it clear that I should have at least won something because a) I am missing out on Easter and locking myself away in my house for 4 days and b) I have sacrificed a lot of chocolate eating opportunities. We return to a smug looking Phil who is promptly told by myself to drop dead and also that I hoped his kids choke on the Easter egg, which with hind site might have been taking it a bit too far (I did apologise for that afterwards, well after Phil had stopped laughing).

Today was legs which ultimately means more carbs, yet by the time I got to the gym I was exhausted. I quietly got through my legs workout, completed the arms finisher and this time it really did finish me off as I felt very dizzy, then ended the session on the treaders for an hour. A quick shower at the gym and I was off to the beauticians for round 1 of Operation Shop Front tidy up and Remove the Lorax. The Shop Front (as mentioned in a previous blog) is the code name for the downstairs tidy up for a lady. The Remove the Lorax bit is all about the fact that as I have gotten leaner I am sure my moustache has gotten thicker. I have blonde hair and was sporting a lovely thick blonde moustache like the Lorax from the Dr Seuss stories but this has now been removed and replaced with a lovely waxing rash.

I hope I don’t find these next 4 days too difficult with all the chocolate eggs everywhere. I managed to do my last food shop before comp last thing at night and was in and out in a flash with no temptation.