To the surprise of no one I didn't do any exercise while I was away. I didn't even chase the various kids around because I was in a nice skirt.
My darling boyfriend has decided to try a gluten free diet for a while so I'll be sort of joining in with that, though it's not far off what I have been doing recently, apart from cereal.
My legs did not enjoy this. Ouch. I wore really heavy boots for the funeral and so they were already unhappy. Broken table crunches weren't as shocking as I was expecting, I've kind of retained some strength which is nice! I managed 4 out of 5 sets of push ups, still using my knees but I'm ok with that.
Thunderbolt is still pretty bad, still can't get my heels down in down dog, although once again, this didn't deteriorate as much as I'd feared while I was lazing around in lovely Scotland.
Got to get back to work on my stomach, hula hooping season is looming. That said, our performance on Saturday was an absolute fucking shambles. The sound guy cocked up our music so our whole routine was a mess. So I probably burned a few calories off in rage at least.
Anyway, gotta get back to doing a bit of stretching every day now.
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