Boobs 1 to 6, Greener Pastures and The Toilet Break.

Tweaking.  Fine tuning.  Moulding.  Shaping.  Those are the buzz words of the moment.  Working on definition and shaping of my arms and back.  Of course the usual tummy and bum stuff is never far away either.  We have been mostly focusing on upper body over the last bit though.  There is one thing which is driving me batshit crazy (only one thing?). My side boobs, together with my back boobs, need to be obliterated.  What the hell are side and back boobs (also known as Boobs 3 to 6)?

Even Sharapova has Boobs 3 and 4!

An example of Booms 5 and 6!

In an ideal world, the back boobs (boobs 5 and 6) would join the side boobs (boobs 3 and 4) and amalgamate in the front with boobs 1 and 2, making me worthy of my now extended title of Ms OctoberNovemberDecemberJanuaryFebruary!!

Anyway moving on.  I could not put it off any longer.  We hadn't measured since the beginning of December and this was hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles.  Not being able to put it off any longer, one hot humid Monday I faced the scale and tape measure, and faced up to Mr Volontiya.  The scale was fine.  I was hovering at a 21kg loss, which is no real extra but hey, you know what, it's no gain either!  The tape measure was a whole other kettle of fish.  Boobs 1 through 6 had all shrunk a little, but everything else had expanded.  Yes it was a new tape measure but clearly that excuse is getting old!!  Time to get our butts back into shape me thinks!

It was around this time that I decided that I wanted to write about something different.  Something other than weight loss, gym and excess tummy wobble.  And, in a flash of Divine inspiration (hehe, you see what I did there right?), I decided to start a Fucket List.  Go have a look at the new blog when you next take a toilet break - www.givingatossFL.blogspot.com.

The new blog will prolly take over from this blog and incorporate both aspects - my continuing struggle for fat domination, as well as my attempt to do something interesting, exciting and different while I still have working knees.

And on that note, Item No 46 on my list is to run a (short) race.  So I have my eye set on an 8km run being hosted by the organisation I work for.  However, I have to tell you, that my rickety bones seize up at the thought of running 8km, which of course is also 8000 metres, or (even better) 800 000 centimetres! That's kak far!  This past Sunday I managed to run an entire 3 (yip, fraid so, THREE) kilometres before collapsing in a heap of ache and sweat and broken body.  Yeah I know - drama queen much. Again! On the up side (yes folks there is indeed an upside), the run ends at a pub.  Boom! So should I require medical intervention following the run they have various options, including some on tap.

Anyway, that is the plan.  8km or die trying (which may very well be the outcome).  I have one month to prepare.  My ridiculously fit colleague Jared (who runs for fun I might add - FUN!!) reckons that if you can walk 8km, you can run 8km.   Pfffft!!  Here Jared, have a fish! :P

So that's that then.  Next time I write I will hopefully have crossed a few things off my Fucket List, and have lost a kilo or two in the process.  Here's hoping!

And I'm outta here.

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