Slacker week

Yes, yes, we weren't really at our best this last weekend but that's totally explainable. C's had her exams, she's an arts student and needed to make these impossibly messy and smelly moulages, her studio was impossible to use, my place is no good for cardio because of the owner's mysterious ambition to build king sized bunk beds that take up most of the space in our bedroom...excuses, excuses. Bottom line is, just some half-ass mat session on Monday (which I may have already blogged about) and another mat session on Saturday night, followed by well-deserved beers, Pringles and smokes. We did notice, though, that even if we started out super-tired and quite depressed (me, after a long day of just basically watching the Man type stuff, and C running around town shopping for Ox heart or whatever), by the end of the Saturday workout we were as cheerful as two chirping birds. We had managed to pull off the entire weight routine without breaking a sweat I'd like to say, or a swear, but can say neither of these things for they are not true.
Yesterday and today we did nothing, because I must say I sort of used C's exams as a lame excuse for myself. We do plan to get back to work on Wednesday, though, when C's exams are done and when I shall have no more excuses, either. Then, in the evening, we'll head out to get our prize, which will be a much-awaited Arctic Monkeys concert. Yaay.
Oh, and last week we also took pictures and measurements of the actual state of our butts, thighs, stomachs and arms so we have some means of seeing our improvement or lack there of. I must say the Man was only too pleased to do us this favor. I don't know if we'll be posting them here for the time being, but if we're seeing enough differences, we will do so soon.
Well, that's about it. I'm going now to try and do at least my leg routine for the night. I've just seen Julie and Julia AND eaten two servings of the Man's lasagna, which is enough to make me feel guilty. And probably should.