More 'Wilma' Beads

More 'Wilmas'. That's it for these - I've spent most of the weekend in the shed making these so yeah, I'm a bit bored of them now! Got to get back to my stringer . . . . .

I'm still bashing on with the losing weight thing. I got myself a workout DVD and I did it for the first time on Thursday and flippin' heck, I honestly thought I was going to have to call an ambulance for myself! It was a ten minute warm-up, a ten minute combat routine and a ten minute pilates cool-down. I did all that fine and staggered upstairs to have a shower but after that I went all funny. I got the shakes, I felt sick and I thought I was going to faint. I had that swimming-pool noise in my ears and black blobs floating in front of my eyes. I even had to crawl, like some kind of freak, from the bathroom to my bedroom because I was worried that I'd faint and fall down the stairs if I walked across the landing! It took me about two pints of water and half an hour's rest to get back to normal. I did the workout again yesterday and I made sure I had enough to eat beforehand so I wouldn't go all weak and feeble again. That worked but last night and today I can hardly walk! My thighs are absolutely killing me and I've pulled muscles I didn't even know existed.

I still can't quite believe that I'm doing all this. I always said I'd never diet. I always said I'd never consume 'diet' and 'fat free' food. And I always thought workout DVDs were sad. Yet here I am going against my word. I've bought things I thought I'd never own, too. Besides the DVD and the Weight Watchers yoghurts (which are rank, by the way) I've purchased jogging bottoms, a yoga mat, and a skipping rope. What's that all about?! I'm counting calories too. I'm driving myself nuts and it's almost as if there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm sure it's got something to do with being thirty. When I was in my twenties I always thought that women in their thirties that counted calories and did dieting were sad and people that didn't have puddings because they were 'watching their weight' irritated me. Now I'm like that! And I'd always ignore those 'Get That Bikini Body' and 'Get In Shape For Summer' articles in magazines. Now I read them and take them totally seriously.

A couple of friends have asked me why I want to lose weight. My answer is that I just do. I want to lose weight for me because I feel like a fat flump. I know I'm not a mega-huge-whale-pig but I feel like one.

Ah well. Enough of my dieting waffle. I'm off for an 'Options' low calorie hot chocolate - it's the closest I get to actual real chocolate at the moment!