….and they’re off!
The coffee has been stuffed deep inside a kitchen cupboard. For some reason I am expecting this to be the hardest part *wrenches hands and screams ‘what have I got to live for?!* Maybe that in itself is a sign that I should cut out the caffeine for a month?
Had one last hurrah with a potato and a glass of wine last night. I did eat other stuff with the potato (just incase you were wondering whether I was playing out some kind of scene from Les Mis or something).
Measurements as follows:-
Height 174cm, waist 82cm (roll on elasticated trousers)
Body fat 31.8%
Muscle mass 49.5kg
Bone mass 2.6kg (how the f*** am I standing up?)
Metabolic age 42 (yay)
Visceral fat level 5 (recommended range 1-12)
The gym subjected us to a special Challenge WOD on Saturday, which we must repeat after we’ve finished, if our bodies can carry us across the threshold.
My slightly scaled version of the WOD (as I have more chance of marrying George Clooney that executing a ‘toes to bar’ manoeuvre):-
40 air squats
30 double unders
20 V sit-ups
5 30kg power cleans
Managed it pretty okay for an old bird, including the double unders (high five) in 7 mins and 5 seconds. Let’s see what January brings before we try it again.
As a slight aside, the Crossfit foot is getting significantly worse. Acute post-netball shooting pains in my right foot followed by the inability to walk without wanting to cry. Not good.
Wish me luck for the next 31 days!