Oooft

Monday's workout was a hum dinger.  I think that is mostly down to the lost weekend though - everything just felt like a massive effort.

I did, however, manage everything and man am I sore this morning.

I'm no longer counting skips though - I'm sick and tired of losing count (my rule is "lose count, start again") so I've switched to timed skips.  We're going to do this anyway before long so I'm just getting a head start.  Three sets of three minutes equates, I think, to more skips than we're supposed to be doing currently anyway so I'm definitely not cheating.  The ridiculousness of skipping in driving snow sunk in yesterday, thanks very much winter.  Who's idea was it to do this shit in February?

It's my birthday on Sunday and we're going en masse to Gorthleck (Auntie and Uncle's house near Invershnek) so there will be drinking and eating but I'm going to limit myself to evenings off - during the day it's going to be business as usual.

Went to bed at 9.30 last night because I was so fucking hungry I couldn't think of anything else to do (last night was the first night of egg whites and apple for dinner.)  Breakfast this morning was an absolute joy.

Haven't got any updated weights for you, but here's the latest photo.  I'm pretty happy with progress so far.

That's all, get back to work.