...a size 10/12

While I was sweating profusely, running my arse off at the gym last night, the one thing I was focused on was the little number in the top left corner of my screen. The calorie counter. Calories rule my life a bit nowadays. I can't really remember when this started though, it's strange. I know I was never bothered about what or how much I ate, or whether I was doing enough exercise, at school, or even on my gap year.

Wait. Yes, it's coming back to me...my gap year! Aha. It may surprise some of you out there to know that whilst on my gap year I gained...no I can't say it....argh but I must....I gained two stone. Bleeuuuurgghhhh. There I said it. And I did. As my Grandma once lovingly put it, I came back as 'quite a big girl' (she also made a lovely gesture with her hands that, I suppose, was to show how wide I had been. Cheers G'ma). So since then my weight has always been an issue.

I know I probably don't look too bad to everyone else - and since then I have lost most of that 'gapfat' - but I still lust after a skinny-mini bod. So, when I am at the gym/walking home/having a Starbucks all I think about are the calories.

I mean, I'm only 20 years of age and I have already had a good 2 years of calorie counting. Lets think positively here, and say I live till 100, thats another 80 years of CC (calorie counting)*. It's mindnumbing.

However, I wont stop until I have reached my goal of being a size 10/12.

Currently, I am a size 12/14 - on good days I buy size 12, on bad days I buy size 14. I aspire to be a size 10/12. Which would mean that on good days I could buy a size 12, but on very good days I could buy a size 10.  Ahhh those days are like a dream to me. I can see it now....sashaying into a shop, with my skinny-mini size 10 bod and purchasing a size 10 dress that shows off my skinny-mini beaut of a bod.

Back to reality.

Expect updates on this aspiration quite frequently alongside humorous tales from my time spent in the gym (what an odd place at times). For now, you have had quite enough of a peek into my personal predicaments, so TTFN.


*Even as I abreviated the words to letters just then, I wondered whether actually I should write them out fully as it may burn a few more calories by typing....Zut alors! Je suis fou!