My body hurts so much from the major workout yesterday. Worth it to lose 1.6lbs, but ouch. No idea why I hurt more today than any other day because it wasn't exactly anything that different from what I normally do. None the less, a shower and then long bubble bath is in order for later on tonight.
My weekend wasn't that thrilling despite the break from blogging.
I actually watched the X Factor. :| Not by choice I may add (friends over), but it wasn't that bad. Sooo much better without Cheryl Cole and her "you are reet up me street pet." I don't know whether it is the fact I am in no way or shape a fan of hers or the fact I am not keen on the Newcastle accent in the slightest, but I like the fact she isn't there anymore. Gary Barlow is well boring though isn't he? Especially when he attempts to act like Simon Cowell. Even I can do a better Mr Nasty impression than he attempted.
Going back to the weight thing, I was looking at pictures from my HW of 161 a few weeks ago and looking at some I took yesterday (I take photographs but would never post them online. It's sort of like a record I guess) 20 odd pounds less and I find it weird how I can see such a difference in pictures yet when I look in the whore of a mirror, I look much bigger than I did back then. It makes me wonder who I hate more. The mirror or the scale. I think I would be much more tempting to smash the mirror than the scale but I don't need 7 years bad luck and all that cleaning up after... Major put off! ;] Which one do you guys prefer? I'm a scale person. I can trust them numbers a lot more than I can trust my own vision of myself.