The 2nd day is always harder than the 1st...
When we last saw our intrepid heroine, Fatty McChubster, she had just finished her first day at the gym. Little did she realise that, a scant 24 hours later, she would be crawling out of her bed, stiff as the board she slept upon and regretting the decisions of her past self to push things so far and so hard right at the beginning.
With the sage advice everyone had given in the history of ever, she dragged herself- with somewhat unwilling boyfriend in tow (he'd managed to get himself a three day free taster pass) back to the gym where they worked their tuchas's off to continue getting results.
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Hilarious preamble aside, it is day two of #MarchFatness, which means it's my turn to update. Olivia has already had her mini check-in over on her Instagram, so it falls to me to do the proper one today. (Don't forget to check in on Olivia's blog tomorrow for her update.
My main thoughts are- "OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME I AM TOO FAT FOR THIS MUCH ACTIVITY"
The larger part of me is sitting here smug after burning another 1000 calories off telling my doubtful self to suck it.
Best thing is that I have now managed to rope the Manchum into going with me. Fingers crossed he'll be joining tomorrow and then we cam go work out at 3am if we want to.
Mostly, however, I am sitting here in a small little vacuum of sore muscles and aching arms. I am going to do nothing else for the rest of the day but write. I have the 2nd draft of a Cherry short story to finish.