Attaaack!

I booked myself for a 'Body Attack' class later. I really want to go to the gym, but the thought of plodding along on the treadmill and the cross-trainer does not appeal at all. I just thought I'd get bored. So a fitness class it is! Luckily my gym does absolutely loads of those, and they're all free for members. I have no idea what 'Body Attack' is. I'm a little bit nervous. I hope I'm not with loads of full-on buff people who know what they're doing. The only fitness class I go to regularly is Zumba, and I'm easily the best in the class at that one, but it's filled with middle-aged women. Being the best as a 19-year-old dancer isn't too hard. That sounds vain! Ha. So I'm nervous about this one. It could be fun, though. I reckon afterwards I'll have more fun with the power plate.

I'm getting so sick of being in this house. Last night L, the housemate who's turned into a prick, started playing his music really loud at midnight, when I was trying to get to sleep. I got REALLY angry. Maybe I was PMSing. I smacked on his wall and he turned it up even more. So I started to go insane, thrashing around on my bed, screaming and crying with frustration. Hell hath no fury like a woman who's been woken up! As revenge, I grabbed my radio and turned it up to as loud as it would go. I was wearing my earplugs, so it didn't sound THAT loud to me, but when I took one out, it was DEAFENING. L turned his music off after that, and I felt horrendously guilty because I hadn't wanted to wake up A or anyone (whose room is above me). I turned it off and went to sleep.

All I can remember thinking is, 'I can't wait to get out of this house.' And I will be getting out a week tomorrow, so I should be patient. I'm sick of it being a constant mess. I'm sick of the kitchen. I went in there to tidy a bit as my dance friends are coming over to have a night in with food tomorrow night, and the kitchen was DISGUSTING. There was a plastic bag lying on the surface and when I looked inside, there was loads of VERY mouldy pasta inside. I mean, this stuff had its own fur coat. I looked in some of the lower cupboards and the boys had actually shoved dirty dishes in there! There were all sorts of horrible things lying around, and some greasy fat-like stuff in the sink. The whole thing was enough to make me throw up. I tidied as much as I could stomach, then went to the loo - where, surprise surprise, the loo hadn't been flushed. Why don't boys do that??

I don't like the boys any more, either. I move on from friends quite quickly, and it sounds harsh, but I think I've outgrown them. All they care about is dossing around and clubbing. That was fun in Freshers Year, but now it's more fun to do stuff like get involved with societies and the newspaper and the radio and the Union and actually CARE about your degree, seeing as it actually counts this year. They just seem like children to me. I keep thinking I can't wait to go home, but really I'm most looking forward to next year, when I'll be in a small, nice, CLEAN, girls' house with M and L, and I'll have so much cool stuff to do. I probably won't see the boys much at all, as I doubt I'll be clubbing too much. I don't even think I care.

As for the healthy eating? Well, this morning I had a small bowl of branflakes for breakfast, which was nice. I've missed branflakes. I'm going to have an apple soon, then maybe some salad for lunch. I desperately want more exercise. One thing I read in that girl's blog (which I've been poring over; I can't get over her transformation! Look at my previous post if you don't know what I'm on about) was to associate exercise with relaxation, so go for a walk or run when you're tired or frustrated. I wish I could have done that in the middle of the night last night, but there's no way that could happen. Next time I might ignore my tiredness and put on a fitness DVD or something.

I'm flicking through her site and I've spotted she's written down a cardio workout that sounds very doable. I might try it next time I'm having a good old gym workout! I'm going to copy and paste it here so I don't forget it.

Perfect Cardio Workout.

Warm-up
Walk on the treadmill at a moderate pace (3.0 to 4.5 mph) for 5 minutes.

Tabata intervals
Tabata means short bursts with little rest. Work 20 seconds; rest 10 seconds. Do 8 times.

Run as hard as you can for 20 seconds (5.0 up to 10.0 mph, if you dare!), then stop completely and rest for 10 seconds. No need to lower the speed. Grab the console and hop feet on and off the belt. Repeat the 20-10 cycle a total of 8 times (4 minutes).

Cooldown
Walk it off for 5 minutes at a moderate pace (3.0 to 4.5 mph). Nice job!

Total cardio time
14 minutes

I suck at interval training. But 20 seconds of sprinting? Sounds ok! And only 14 minutes in total, not enough time for it to get boring. Perfecto.

Alright, this apple is calling me now.

Adios!

Q x