Whoo Hoo - Week 2 and still powering on

Okay, so I've hit my stride. This week just gone I managed to get to the gym everyday. I did 5 Yoga/Body Balance classes and I can feel the difference already. I now have the most incredible leg strength and I'm able to complete the balance postures without falling over. Also this week I managed to leg-press a new all time record. My trainer Gary is most pleased.

I went back to Weight Watchers after conflicting family schedules, exhaustion and late-nights caused me to miss more than a few classes. The news on their scales was pretty dire, a 2.8 kilo weight gain, but was much better than I suspected it would be.

I noticed my abs definition for the first time this week, I actually have indents just under my rib cage from the muscle tone. It's weird because I've never had this before and it's quite amazing to see your body shape change so dramatically for the better.

The vegan diet has proven a bit challenging this week, but only in the fact that I discovered vegan desserts with a vengeance and I put on weight (even after exercising like a demon).

BTW, I hate vegetables. I know that is a quandary for a vegan, but I really hate vegetables. After 2 years of Weight Watchers I feel as though vegetables should be wiped from the face of the Earth. The only way I can face them at the moment is by disguising them in other foods such as pasta and legumes. I thought by now that I would embrace my vegetable friends, but all I think about when I see them is how much better they'd taste if they were covered in batter and deep-fried and then, possibly, coated in chocolate and icing sugar.

And please, let's not get started on fruit. YUK! Although recently I have discovered that I can mix celery, apples, pecans and a shit-load of vegan mayonnaise and make a fairly nice Waldorf salad so at least I've overcome one hurdle but put in another, too much fat.

I have the feeling that I'm going to get this all sorted out, right around the ripe-old age of 80. I wonder if we'll all still be so obsessed with our appearances then?