And another inch off my waist, fo a two-week total of 3.5 inches!
Keep in mind, the first week in particular, I was practically living in the things so my result is whilst wearing them more than the recommended 8 hours a day.
That won’t be the case for Week Three, I can tell already. It’s bloody hot here, yesterday topped out at 31.5c (about 90f) and because it rarely gets that hot here, NO AIR CONDITIONING!
AND I’M OLD!
Old people need air conditioning!
So, the best I’ve managed the past couple of days is just sleeping in them, which is still the 8-hours plus (I like my sleep!) but if results are linked to the amount of time to spend in the Fit Britches, I expect less of a result at the end of this week.
But I will persevere! I promise!
As an aside, to any of you, I pose this question:
If I were holding onto a garden hose and shouted to you whilst you stood next to the hosepipe, “Ok, turn on the water!” would you know what I meant?
Would there be a question?
Would you be able to act upon my request without further clarification?
(Ok, that’s three questions, sorry)
The reason I ask is because I ran into this exact situation whilst asking my husband to turn on the garden hose. I didn’t think it would be difficult.
I thought wrong.
After shouting FURTHER instructions (such as “JUST TURN THE BLOODY WATER ON, TURN THE KNOB ON TOP! NO, DON’T UNSCREW THE HOSE! JUST TURN THE WATER ON! ) I had to walk back and turn the water on myself!
I love my husband to death but sometimes I just have to shake my head at him.
Or a stick.
Sometimes I want to shake a big stick at him.
Hope everyone is enjoying the weather if you’re having fabulous sunshine like us! There is nowhere more beautiful than South-west England when the sun is shining!
Have a good one!
(Oh, and I haven’t decided yet about the pictures. I’m leaning towards posting them.)