We’re done with week four which means we’ve been doing it for an entire month. One month, it sounds way longer than four weeks. Now let me begin with a confession, for someone who’s been working out rather excessively for a month and hardly eats things like bread and pasta, I sadly see little results. This week, I thought for the first time, hmm I think there’s a little bit less on my hips, but I’m still not really happy. Perhaps I should increase the pressure and, like Jet for instance, also take up running. She walked 4,5 kilometres and easily at that. “I had a good playlist, it helps. I run so well on Rather Be.” Jet, take me with you some time? And don’t laugh at me when I’m hyperventilating after 500 metres? The week in bullet points:

• Except for running, Jet also discovered something else this week. Since recently, juice bar Dr. Blend’s in the Jordaan which she’s been frequenting nonstop. Great stuff and you won’t gain a gram. Another favourite: Venkel. Salads, salads, salads.
• Sport fanatic and personal health guru Esmée posted a container on Instagram, filled with healthy stuff which I wanted to try out too. A container of tuna (on water basis), a container of huttekase, and a sweet apple. Mix everything and you’re ready. Only disadvantage is that it’s not really that tasty. “Cat food,” Esmée called it, “but it’s the only really healthy lunch I can bear.” Cat food indeed because what I’d shoved aside was eaten enthusiastically by my kat Disco.
• This week, we got Easter eggs at the office and Jet couldn’t resist. I was safely home, far away from Easter eggs, but otherwise I would’ve definitely caved.
• It’s about time to buy a new sports pants. It’s quite idiotic that I haven’t yet got an enormous closet filled with sports clothing. I really only have got one and washing it in between sessions is tiring. Next time I get to go shopping. For sportswear that is, but still, it’s shopping.
• It takes a lot of effort. I’ve noticed that I’m not really occupied with Destination Killer body during large parts of the day. Jet and I still send each other daily photos of dream bodies (Jennifer Lawrence is now our ideal), but the moment I stop focussing, I take a sweet from a bowl that’s been parked a bit too dangerously close. I need to be more strict to myself. No biscuit alongside the tea, no English Licorice, no Easter eggs.
• Perhaps I should also go easy on the alcohol.
• Haha no of course not. It should still be fun.

On to next week!