Hello everyone!
I am writing this from my sick bed which is pathetic. I'm a mature student (well, 26) and my class at college is quickly being picked off by a chesty cold thing, one poor girl has got glandular fever!
I was doing well on Week 1, up at 7.30 before college, running and walking in the brisk cold Edinburgh air and then a few days ago I realised I was wheezing when I walked. Quick trip to the docs and I'm all medicated up.
I want to start running because I am now automatically picking a size 16 in shops when I used to be a slim 14. I kept blaming my Bajan half of my enthicity ("Oh these huge hips, from Barbados, stuck with them.") and I have sort of been comfort eating since my boyfriend left for a cargo ship job in December. He's back in June. And when I pick him up from the airport it would be pretty cool to be just down one dress size.
I'm changing my eating habits.
I'm also making a dress that I'm wearing to a wedding later this year. I daren't cut the gorgeous fabric yet because I want to be a size smaller when I do.
Anyway, keep going! Hopefully I can shake this for at least mid week.
I'm not giving up, I'm just really not able to breathe right now.
Pinsandnoodles X