So I've started a new training programme this week. Nothing too different than what I've done before, but it's a plan. That's right, in 12 weeks, I'll be lookin' like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2. Okay, I'm embellishing slightly. In 12 weeks, I will probably look very much like I do right now because I will most likely not follow this programme to the letter and will do my usual 2-3 days/week at the gym, skip my yoga class because I'm too tired, and will eat like a fiend on the weekend. I like to be consistent. I would also like to be fit for our holiday in Greece in April. No pressure.
So I went out and bought "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain"; a book I've been meaning to read for about 10 years now. It's really interesting and it's a great way for me to get back into art. The first exercise is to draw a self portrait, a picture of someone from memory, and your hand. This is a sort of "before" portfolio that you can use to compare to drawings you'll create as you go through the book. Fabulous - except that every time I sit down to draw, I remember something else I have to do and the sketchbook remains untouched.
So I'm eating a lot less carbohydrates (starting today) in an attempt to get the rest of this flab offa me. No, I am not doing anything idiotic like Atkins (apologies if there are any of you following it with great enthusiasm - been there, done that, and it didn't work for me) but I am trying really hard not to eat a lot of simple carbs like white breads, pastas, and those deceptively evil "low fat" food items that are so high in sugar that you might as well eat the real thing and enjoy yourself. Of course all of this gets completely buggered when we go out for food after laser quest tomorrow night - plus the pub lunch on Sunday.
See, I have such good intentions but they keep getting interrupted by stuff. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.