A change of plan...

Wow, two whole months since my last post - that's pretty poor, even by my lazy standards!

But there's a reason for the radio silence. Because of that wonderful way that life throws up the most unexpected and exciting things, I'm in an entirely different place to where I was two months ago; one week ago, even! Because last week I quit my job, giving three months' notice before we leave our familiar and cosy UK shores to explore the world!

I'm side-stepping the usual life plan for something altogether more butt-clenchingly terrifying and exhilarating.

I can't work out if we're being brave or stupid. Probably a little of both I guess. But you can't fail to feel alive when you've just quit a well-paid career and plan to rent your house out to some complete strangers in the hope they'll cover the mortgage for you and hopefully not break the place. In the words of Dr Pepper: "What's the worst that can happen?" Well, we could run out of money, get kidnapped by triads, default on our mortgage payments and have to return home, tails between our legs, to work three jobs whilst we put our broken lives back together.... OR... everything could turn out just fine and we could have the most amazing time of our lives. I'm opting for the latter... :)

So here's the thing - in addition to the alarming number of things we need to do before we can bugger off, I've GOT TO shed this weight. Currently, my thighs rub together - this is unacceptable considering the heat of Thailand (our first stop). Also, my bingo wings are outta control. I'm paranoid about sweat patches and I know that a lot of it is down to having more flesh - and therefore insulation - around the top of my arms. And finally, my spare tyre is monster truck-sized at the moment. I think I'll probably lose weight naturally when we're away, I tend to eat less in the heat anyway, but having massive flubbery balloon thighs when we get on that plane is not an option. The thighs must die.

With this in mind, I've replaced my previous eating plan with something a little more realistic. I'm back on Slimming World (my brother and my aunt are shedding ridiculous amounts of weight on this plan and I've got slimming envy) and I've drawn up an exercise schedule that gets me moving for at least half an hour, one way or another, every day. And I'm not talking about a half-arsed walk for 30 minutes, I'm talking pushing myself. Today, it was 30 Day Shred. Things hurt. This is good...