Moving Time

Well we started moving our stuff into the new apartment on Friday and my body is killing me. My apartment is up 1 flight of stairs and then there is another flight of stairs within my apartment, so I have been up and down those 2 flights of stairs hundreds of times in the past 3 days and my calves are in a world of pain. AJ was saying on Saturday how sore his calves were and I was all smug and saying that I felt fine. Then I woke up this morning and discovered the true meaning of the word DOMS. Ouch.

Carrying all our stuff up 2 flights of stairs has been a challenge. AJ learnt that he shouldn't make me laugh while I have the bottom end of his brand new 50 inch plasma TV in the middle of a flight of stairs. It was a bad time to get an attack of the giggles...

At one stage I was carrying 2 of AJ's 20 kilo arm weights up the stairs and I was finding it quite difficult to have such heavy weights dragging me down while trying to walk up stairs. Then I realised that the weights I was carrying are equivalent to the weight I have lost so far. I used to carry that extra 40 kilos around with me EVERY DAY. No wonder life seemed so freaking hard all the time.

Moving house can be hard on the waist line so I have tried to stay focussed on eating healthy eating, small portions and moving my arse. The day we moved into this new neighbourhood I went and signed up at the local Fernwood gym and I have been for a work out already. However, I have also scoped out the local woodfire oven pizza place directly across the road from my apartment and I have been for a 'session' there as well. The battle between good and evil is never ending!