#7 Ticket out of fatty-dom

So it's been 4 weeks since I joined one of those fitness boot camps. It's twice a week for 60mins. Every class is different and challenging. At times my ankle really kills and I feel like my lungs are going to collapse but I persevere. My main motivation is not looking like a hippo in my Caribana costume.

Today was the weigh in and measurements. I was dreading it all day, because I know I haven't been a good girl. I stepped up on the scale and the fuckin' wanker said that I gained half a pound! How obnoxious! The measurements were a little kinder to me:

Upper arm(lf): 0
Upper arm(rt):+1
Chest: -2.2
Waist:-3.5(woohoo!)
Hips:-1
Buttocks:-1.2
Upper thighs:-1.7

That's a total of 8.6 inches. It's not bad, but I could have done much better with a cleaner diet. I have 60 days until Caribana. I have to make it count. No more cheese and bread and chocolate and burgers and ice cream and crepes and everything that is good and holy in the world. Fuck.