The day of truth arrived. And slapped both Iu and I on our flabby arses. We've gone backwards weight-wise. There's no hiding from your sins.
Flabbergasted at the result, Iulia hopped onto the treadmill and ran herself into the ground for punishment.
I, on the other hand, sat. For punishment too.
So we begin again. Back to austerity and the nanny's soups. This is but a minor set-back and months from now we'll be laughing at the little bumps on the road.
Won't we?
Many many more months 😢