Jack And Jill (a little sweet...something)

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack lay down and dropped his trou

What Jill saw made her wetter

Jack got Jill to bend and kneel

Not caring who could see her

She pulled his nob cos she loved this job

Her eyes said, “Jack come hither”

Jill went in, pulling Jack within

Her tongue making Jack whimper

He held her head, his legs widespread

And cried, “Jill please go deeper”

Now Jill did moan, which made Jack groan

His dick slipping down her throat

She didn't take heed, he released his seed

And she swallowed like a G.O.A.T

A little bit of Gudvybz on a Sunday!!

I knw it's been a while so I figured when I cum again I'd make it good ;)

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Gudvybz GV on Facebook Live (just before we had afternoon tea cos we're posh & grown like that), and here's what I had to say:

And after tea (& some alcoholic beverages *shifty eye*)

Happy New Year!! (The Countdown)

Sometime before midnight:

He gently caressed her breasts, suckling one of her nipples. She sighed in contentment under his ministrations. He rubbed her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and she tried again to move one of his hands between her legs. He released her nipple with a wet smack.

“No, no. You have to wait for that, it's not time yet", he said laughing

“Why not?" she whined.

He quickly glanced at the clock across from him.  "Just wait", he responded, trying to ignore her squirming. He looked lovingly at her body, trailing his hand down her chest, touching her breast and lightly pinching her erect nipple. The slight pain of the pinch made her pussy tingle. His hands continued down her body, drawing slow patterns on her stomach. Using both hands, he traced patterns on her stomach and sides.  His hand crept downward and paused, the sensation was enough to quicken her heart as she waited for them to moved down even further.  She gasped as she felt him lightly trail his fingers over her soft low patch of pubic hair.

She spread her legs a little wider as an invitation for him to explore the soft wet folds of her. She wanted his fingers in her badly, and he was torturing her by delaying the touch she desperately craved. His finger slid up and down her slippery wet slit. He licked his finger and commented on how good her pussy tasted. Once again he traced the cleft of her pussy with his finger and this time offered it to her. She sucked his dripping finger into her mouth, loving the taste of her on him and knowing that he was responsible for the wetness of which he was giving her a taste.  Pulling his finger from her mouth, he returned to playing with her pussy. She felt the second finger work its way into her and sighed heavily; she moaned as her body shook. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the pussy juice made his fingers very wet and slick. She started moving faster against his fingers, moving towards her orgasm but he held back, calling her name to get her attention.

"Countdown from 10" he said. "What??" she asked confused. "Countdown from 15" he repeated

"Ten...." she started

She felt his tongue on her pussy.

"Nine..." she felt it lightly on her clit

"Eight...."she gasped as she felt it darting and enveloping her swollen clit,

"Sev..." , she threw her head back trying to get through the numbers.

"Six..."she felt him thrust his tongue hungrily deeper into her

She started to grind into him, harder, faster, flying into her orgasm in a building wave of intensity "Four.." she screamed as she came. He didn't stop, wanting to draw every last cum from her.

Her toes curled and her thighs tightened around his face. He secured her hand back on the top of his head while her hips moved in rhythm against his face. "Two...." she moaned, her whole body stiffening. She came so hard her body shook but still he didn't stop, his tongue continued to lick patterns through her orgasm; and then he made her have another and another after that one, all the while pausing to tell her how good she tasted. All she could do was writhe helplessly and shake as each orgasm came. Then finally, he moved back up her body, kissing her mouth.

She slowly gained her bearings, hearing fireworks go off outside in the distance.

"Happy New Year babe", he said smiling.  "You missed out on some numbers there. We have to correct that".

Masochistic Inclinations*

I crave the feel of your teeth on my nipple as they sink into my tender flesh

I long to gag as you hold my mouth open thrusting your hips savagely into it

I can feel the sting of your hand against my breast as you grope my tender flesh

I spread my legs anticipating you spanking my sex until my orgasm holds me over the edge of the highest of cliffs

I do as I am told because only then, when I am good, am I allowed the pleasure of an orgasm

*Steven J. Cavenaugh knows

*The Middle......

There was no way I could tell him what was on my mind. Yes he’d just taken me on a ride to some amazing orgasms but he was still a stranger.  I intended to stick with the plan; no-hold barred fun till we exhausted each other and then some sweet goodbyes.  With that in mind, I figured it was time to move to more comfortable surroundings. I stood and made my way to the bedroom; turning back I crooked my finger at him, “Come with me” I said as I kept going, expecting him to follow.

I sat on the bed legs akimbo as I held my breath, hopeful he joined me. A moment later he stood at the doorway.

“So you’re really not going to tell me the second thing?” he asked

“Why tell you when I can show you?” I asked, mind full of mischief, hoping he was still game to play.

I pulled him from the doorway and on to the bed, kissing his body as I crawled over him so he lay down.

“You’re going to have to trust me a little” I said in between kisses.

He smiled that smile of his and said, “As long as you keep doing what you’re doing. I'm up for it”.

I got out of the bed and went to the dresser where I took out a number of scarves; returning to the bed I tied a scarf around each of his wrists and then tied the other ends securely to the headboard, making sure they were secure. I did the same with his ankles, securing them to the foot of the bed all the time feeling his eyes on me. Once I was satisfied he couldn't get out of it, I stood back and surveyed my work. Studying his thick dick which lay across the top of a thigh and the body that had given me so much pleasure, it was hard not to crawl to him and take him in my mouth but I wanted to savour the moment.

I approached the bed slowly, taking care not to touch the most sensitive parts of his body. My tongue moved slowly along his naked shoulder towards his neck and placed kisses along his cheek and jaw line until our lips met for a moment. I teased him by holding back slightly and he arched forward moving his hips up against me, exercising the only control he had. I gasped and then grabbed his head and pulled his head back firmly.

"No." I said teasingly as I reached down between their bodies and teased the tip of his penis as it lay along my slit, pushed upwards as I ground down onto it. I could feel him becoming slippery and he kept trying to slide his hips down enough to get inside me but I lifted myself away at the last moment each time.

I leaned in close and pressed my breasts against his shoulders as I kissed his ears. I used my teeth to nip at the earlobes and let my hands roam all the way down to his dick. My stroking seemed almost too much for him and he moaned out; turning his head, he buried his face into my neck. He bit into my neck, causing me to cry out and stroke him even harder; my hands moved in long strokes along the shaft, up and down, moving towards the head.

Deciding his dick needed a little more lubrication, I licked up the one side while stroking the top with my palm. My mouth then moved over the head and took almost half of him into my mouth. I held him around the base and then began to move my mouth wetly up and down, my tongue moving around the shaft. He tasted very good but I did not want to finish with him in my mouth. Regretfully I released him and he gave out a sigh of disappointment.

"Don't worry, I’m not done with you yet” I whispered into his ear.

I straddled him again, facing him. I rubbed the head against myself, up and down. Moving back and forth I slowly eased him in and out, just the tip entering me. My own juices were flowing and I was having trouble stopping myself from just driving down and taking him deep. I leaned forward and kissed him then, with just the tip inside of me. His tongue was moving against mine and our kiss became hungrier I moved deeper onto his erection until finally I could feel his hair against the sensitive lower lips. Placing my hands around his neck and looking directly at him I begin to fuck him with slow thrusts. I could feel him sliding in and out and it was a delicious feeling more exciting because he couldn't do anything but accept it.

Leaning back slightly I kept one hand on his neck for balance and slid the other between us, stroking my clit lightly. Closing my eyes I rode him hard driving down as deep as I could; he was thrusting up as best he could to meet me…it was heaven.  

I leaned forward again putting my face into the crook of his neck, panting. I continued to stroke my clit as he tried thrusting harder and harder into me. I felt my orgasm rising as he pushed up against me until finally I fell over the edge, biting down into his neck and whimpering. The waves of my orgasm pulsed through me as I ground myself down onto his hardness each thrust giving me a sharp explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed onto him, shivering slightly panting, trying to catch my breath.

After a moment, I came back to myself and slid my hands up his arm to where they were bound against the headboard and lingered.

“Do you want to be let loose?” I asked

*because you caught me in the middle of something...well, someone ;)

One year down....forever to go

Today has been a bitter-sweet day, I've reflected on different things I've learnt in the past year, about myself, about other people. I've always been able to put things neatly into their boxes, one thing not affecting the other; opening the boxes a little bit when needed just to maintain balance or at least a façade of it.
I always felt this was not a loss I will get over, always felt I'd never survive it. That's been about right, I haven't, not quite...but I'm still breathing. I felt I'd be in a different place right now since I kept breathing I'd be able to box it somewhere and put it in a corner. I still can't decide if I'm worse or just different.
The acceptance has been something; that it wouldn't get better more manageable, sure but not better. There are bearable days, many of them and days just filled with despair. This is a 'permanent state of affairs.

I see the question in people's eyes, in the tone of their voices. They forget, want you to be ok for their comfort..want you to snap out it. And I just want to tell them to accept, the way I have accepted. Accept it or leave my life, "the day I stop grieving is the day I stop breathing"*


*Inspired by something I read earlier in the week


(and back to the regular scheduled program very soon)

Over His Knee*

I take off my clothes and lay across his lap

I know there's no need to count tonight

He'll stop when he knows I'm satisfied

And will reward me with love and adoration

No more thinking on my part

As I go over his knees

*Over My Knee -Steven J. Cavenaugh

The Thought

The thought turned her on

Thought of that hardness

Rammed in to the hilt

The tightness, the tension

The pleasure, the pressure

Heightened senses, stretching of skin

Slowly and softly

Pushing within

she opens up, accepts him

The hunger takes over

She sucks him in, her body rocks

All of him she is taking

That pleasurable grunt

The tightness flexing

Pulling him in

The feeling explosive

Flushed full of sin

His fingers are squeezing and rubbing that spot

The orgasm building

Pushing deep, moving faster

Just don’t stop she asks

Back arches deeply

She rides tumultuous waves

Hardness pushing into her

Her body is heated, fast rapid breathing and

Light of the head, the sensation lingers

Her body then stiffens

She pushes back hard

The cock thrusts in further

The whole nine yards

She gushes hot liquid as the orgasm hits

He roars with feeling, biting hard on her

withdrawing his manhood

He shoots from his eye

The white pearly milk

Showering her body

With his sweet sticky spunk

Breathless together

Every thought a thread of excitement

 

Sultry Sunday

So this morning I woke up wondering what it'll be like spread out in front of you
Naked, face down; you spanking my ass....lightly first , then harder
My pussy getting wet as the slaps get harder
Me biting down on the sheets to stop from being too loud
Your finger in me, in and out while you keep spanking me
Then you start to smack my pussy....driving me crazy
Alternating between fingering me, smacking my pussy and spanking my ass
And just as I'm about to cum, you put your mouth over my lower lips
Use your tongue to fuck me, graze your teeth over my clit
Sending me over the edge, holding me steady and drinking me all in
As I come don from my high, you flip me over and move up on me
Using your dick to tease my lips as I flick my tongue over the head
You feed your dick into my open mouth
Pushing it in slowly first, then moving it faster, harder
You steadily fuck my mouth...going in deeper, fucking my throat
Holding my head in place as you release in my mouth and I sallow all you've got

I lie here wondering, smiling & getting wet at the thought

Rush Hour

More people pile into the packed train, trying to fit, making it a tight squeeze
Bodies pushing into each other, fresh and stale scents mingling,
the unique odour of the morning rush
Pushed by those still trying to get in, I'm pressed harder into the body behind me
I mumble an apology unable to turn and a hear a deep voice in acknowledgement
The train jolts and I fall back into him some more, we laugh together as I try to get my balance
His hands hold me by the waist to keep me steady but then they linger, moving down my skirt
He slides it lower over my ass to the hem lifting it to the tops of my lace stockings
Lightly running his fingers at the top of my thighs, he traces circles on my thighs moving up higher
I gasp as he starts to stroke me through my panties
My legs part as his finger slides along my covered slit, my wetness soaking through
He tugs my panties to the side and allows his fingers trace along my fold
His finger dance between my wet lips and soft-haired mound
The train stops abruptly at the next stop causing his finger to sink in more deeply inside
He holds it there, not moving keeping me on the brink
Some passengers step out to the platform and more get on the train
I briefly wonder if they can smell me, if they know what is happening beneath my skirt
I concentrate to keep my face neutral to not sigh, not let out a moan
The train starts to move again and the finger in me begins it's play
Dipping slowly in and out, a little deeper still while his thumb start to tease my clit
My hips start to rotate, grinding gently against him, my walls closing in around his finger
He doesn't slow down, his finger twisting and probing,thumb stroking rhythmically
My fists clench on the pole I have been holding onto for support as the train speedily through a tunnel
Trying to keep steady my breathing hastens, body tenses as I find my release
Outwardly quiet but intense explosion in my head, vision blurring as I fall over the edge and into orgasm
He taps gently against my mound as I come down pulling out and leaving me empty
He cleans my juices off rubbing his fingers on my thighs letting my skirt fall into its right place
The train rolls into the next stop, my destination, slowing down as it comes to a stop
I adjust the bag hanging on my shoulder and smile as he whispers, "So, same time tomorrow?"
"Of course", I reply with a smile, "the 08:07 to Bank" and I step on to the platform.

Seduction Of The Mind*

The seduction of one's mind can take time
Like an artist with a brush
Creating not art but passion-filled lust

Seduction of the mind can be a great game
The goal of which to light passions great flame
To fill the mind with great desire
to dance within passions great fire

When seduction of the mind comes first
It can release passion with a burst
Setting lovers free to explore
With their minds an open door

*found elsewhere

Hear My Words (Soundcloud)

So I decided to do a little extra something for those that enjoy reading me. With a little encouragement from a new friend I decided to post some audio on soundcloud. So you can listen to my voice as well as read them, this way you can take them anywhere with you. Most will be read by me but others are always welcome to read when they like. You can even have your own little guessing game about which voice is mine (at 1st it'll become more obvious later, I'm sure).

I will have the audio of several posts, if there is any in particular you want to hear let me know and I will try to oblige. It can even be your own little bedtime story ;).

So hear goes (2 audios so far): https://soundcloud.com/yve_olution

On My Knees

Anticipate

I Call Him "Sir"

Sitting quietly, obediently, heart racing in anticipation, eyes forward as instructed.
I feel his hot breath on my neck as he stands behind me. He made sure I saw everything he intended to use on me. I reached out and he spanked me. "Did I tell you to touch?" he asked. I shook my heard in answer and whispered, "No". "No, what?" he said, smacking my thigh as he asked, demanding. "No sir" I answer. And that is how we began.

Everything became dark as he blindfolds me, he confirms that I see nothing but black, kissing my neck, then adding a little bite in approval. I get even more wet, sitting there in nothing but stockings and high heels, dressed as instructed. He pulls me up, gently guiding my steps forwards a little. "Open your legs" he tells me and I do so without hesitation. I know I will be punished already and I do not want to add to my misdemeanours.  I feel a cuff on my right ankle and he moves my stocking-ed left leg out a little more, spreading my legs wider as he cuffs my left leg too. I try to move a little, testing out what he's done but I can;t move my legs. He has me spread open with the spread-bar I saw earlier.

Stroking along my legs he comes up, brushing his fingers along my lower lips gently, then push his fingers a little deeper in making me gasp.  I lean forward losing balance and I feel his hand on me, steadying me, then digging into the soft flesh of my waist, hard enough to make me wince, "I have you" he whispers gently.  I feel his hands roam down my body, moving lower he cups my ass, fingers digging in. I pull a sharp breath and I feel s smack on my bottom.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" he asked
"Yes" I answer
A harder smack on my ass
"Yes, what?" he demands
"Yes sir" I answer
"Tell me why"
"Because you asked me not to touch myself during the week and I didn't listen"
A hard smack on my ass
"Yes, I told you not to touch what was MINE and you disobeyed. For that you will not come until I tell you to"
"Yes sir" I answer, breathless in anticipation, in pain, in pleasure

He slaps my ass again, each smack getting harder and harder.  He starts with the right cheek, then moves to the left, and back. Each sting getting me wetter, translating into signals of pleasure in my brain, taking me higher the more he spanked me. My  moans get louder and I feel like I'm getting high to my climax and he stops reading my body as he always does. I cry out and he says, "take deep breaths, you are not allowed to come".  I breathe in and out heavily, trying to center myself, dropping from the high but needing release. I can't even ease the tension with my legs spread open .

He waits a few minutes, making sure I cool off, then he starts again.  Using his hands to feel the lush contours, the curves that respond by pressing into his hands. He spanks, then uses his hand between my thighs and into my center, I move against his hand, not realizing, seeking relief. Hissing in displeasure, he pulls me forward and I shuffle along until my front is flush against a hard surface. "Lift your hands up above your head and pt them together" he instructs. I complied and feel a harness placed around them and tightened. I feel his absence as he takes a step back as if to inspect his work. He pulls me out from my thighs, my back dipping, arranging me in the perfect position to allow him access to all areas he desires. He runs his hands all over my body before he starts spanking me again, this time only letting up when he gives smacks against my clit, my wetness audible, dripping down. I am whimpering, trying to hold it all in, waiting to come only when instructed, rocking back and forth, slick with sweat in my effort to not come. Then begging for release, begging for his fingers, his mouth, anything to send me over edge instead of this precipice he is keeping me on, where I can barely think.

And just when I think I can't handle anymore, through the haze of pleasure, I hear him say, "come for me" as he gives one more slap to my ass. then one hand reaching from behind, fingers inside me, going in deep, the other hand reaching around the front pinching my clit. I scream out my release, the pressure and pleasure make me weak kneed, my harnessed hands and his arms keeping me up and steady, losing track of my surrounding with my senses only hanging by a thread. He holds on to me, stroking my body gently as I come back to him and I hear him whisper, "Now for the intermission."

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 13 - 30 (summary)

Forgive me, I have been a very bad girl.

I didn't realise how far behind I fell with my updates until I posted for 30 Day's of Hope. I made a promise to update but life got it the way (& motivation kinda went somewhere in the middle) so I will summarize the 18 days to the end.

Days 13  -17: Things went very well theses days, getting stronger in the JM workout, the squat and lunge challenges were just challenging enough (especially the lunges). I found myself checking out my ass every once in a while to see if they're working :). Plank challenge by day 17 was a little difficult. I've done over 2mins plank only once before so going over that is an achievement. At this point I'd done 2mins 12secs, was very proud of myself ut a tad disappointed as I set the time for 2mins 20secs. Water challenge was a lot easier by day 17, although the constant peeing is annoying. I literally check for toilets as soon as I enter a building or consider potential stops for one along my journey. I now know underground train stations have convenient toilets along my regular route.

Days 18 - 24: This is where it started falling apart :'(. It started with me taking a rest day on what should have been day 18 (it was needed), which meant I re-did day 18. Exhausting (alcohol plus late night do not make for great exercise morning) but not entirely terrible. Came back stronger day 19 but then came the loss of motivation. No real explanation other than I just no longer felt like it & no amount of talking to myself could move my body because my mind wasn't 'truly' willing. So there were a couple of skipped days (which I obviously had to repeat so the 30 days stretches into 1st week February, something I was trying to avoid). the plank challenge isn't getting better as I struggled to get past 2 minutes (2mins 20secs being the record) and water challenges seemed to not be on point either. I was warned about taking days off so I have learnt now!!

Days 25 - 30: After giving myself a major talking to (basically "woman you know you have to finish this thing, you better stop being stupid and get on with it" that kind of thing), I get back on the job at hand. To help with motivation I've changed the JM workout to a longer (and I think harder) one. This actually helps quite a lot. I think I'm just the sort that needs variety so I'll have that in mind for my next challenges  Squat and lunge challenge has been very good, my bottom thanks me.  Plank was a disappointment as I never really got past 2 minutes properly, I will be including it in my next challenge. I'm happy with the water challenge. I definitely needed more water in my life, now my automatic soft drink of choice is water over anything else (except alcohol)!!

So that was my 30 day challenge. There were good days and not so good days. I'm happy to have completed, not so happy with how long it took. I will be better with my next one. I thank MissTee of ThirtyAfterThirty for the opportunity & motivation to do and share this. Check her out on https://www.facebook.com/groups/thirtyafterthirty/ for inspiration for challenges and you can also find day to day posts of several people like me embarking of different challenges.

See you next time!!xx

Detoxified's 30 Days Of Hope (Day 27)

My entry in 30 Days Of Hope sessions run by a very talented blogger, who I admire from afar (ish). You can follow him on twitter @0Toxic and his blog http://olatoxic.wordpress.com
Day 27: Nimi 

I’ve never pegged myself as the writing down hopes and dreams type of woman.  For work, definitely, when I was in school for studying without doubt it makes sense, but for life...never really thought about it. I just know what I want to happen and try to make it so.  Always figured there’s a certain vulnerability to writing it all, like it brings to light  (and the universe) how much I want it which increases the likelihood  of me not getting it which will hurt (so optimistic, aren’t I?). Plus it reminds me of the church of my youth...writing down what you want and praying on it. Speaking of church, I guess that a good place to start (yes I can be a bit of a rambler when trying to get to something).

The church was part of the reason I actually sent the message I was up for writing this. I saw the blog post as I was getting ready for a church service (4^th attendance of the year, whole other conversation), I smiled and wondered if I should put myself for it. Was still thinking about it when the teaching began and of course much of it centered on the New Year.  A lot of what was spoken about was ‘hope’ and ‘dreams’,  now that was a sign if I needed one.  I’m not a ‘signs’ person (I sound fun, don’t I?), I consider myself a realist. I have optimistic moments and pessimistic moments but ultimately I stay grounded in realism.  So all hopes and dreams are always undercut in realism but for 2014 my philosophy is ‘what is the point of dreams if they don’t get to fly as high as they can’.  So the condensed version of some of mine

Facing my spirituality head on, away from the standard trappings of religion.  I am so far removed from who I was taught to be as a teenager it’s crazy to compare. To blindly follow stopped being me forever ago but the problem is that I stopped moving all together; I read different things and listen to different things but remain stagnant. It’s time to make a choice on the direction I want to go and I can’t lie, that is actually scary.  Things like this is when I think I may have that commitment issue folks talk about.

Write more, go for every writing opportunity available to me, improve, create variety, and put myself out there.  I already started this last year and I intend to do more this year. I always hesitate with this simply because what I have chosen as (most of) my writing subject isn't exactly the wholesome stuff for the masses.  That has me wondering how I would be received in certain situations which is unlike me.  So the plan is to carry my life attitude into my writing, to carve out time to write more, to look seriously into self-publishing but in the meantime to blog more and study more. This is what I want to do, so I need to do it.

“Dear Body, you have served me incredibly well. I should treat you better”. That was the message to my body I had yesterday. Considering my propensity is inclined towards hedonism and decadence this can be a little difficult. However, I focus on the me in 30 years and I imagine her cussing me for not making small improvements here and now that would make her life better. Vanity aside (I let the dream of six-pack go, eba and ogbonno won that fight), I want to avoid the issues that my current elders have by just taking a little more care.

Be as good to those around me as they are to me. The last year or so has made me realise how lucky I have been with the people around me, family, friends, colleagues and even romantic entanglements. I have some of the most amazing people around and my hope is for better things for them, my desire to make life better for them every time. It all sounds very Pollyanna-ish, doesn’t it? That’s my optimism in play and it is also the truth.

“Stop enjoying life and go get married” are the words of mummy. I’m sure she doesn't mean enjoyment stops when marriage comes (although sometimes I do wonder when I see some folks), more like it’s time to settle down. And for a change I do agree, the idea appeals a little bit more, even though I am worried that the fact I thoroughly enjoy my life right now may be a bit of a hindrance.  So I guess I’ll put it down as a hope; to be in a situation that will encourage that special one on one partnership.

To keep challenging myself to step out of my comfort zone. I chose today because it was going to be after my bungee jump and I was curious as to how I will feel after, if there was going to be some kind of deep and meaningful enlightenment sort of thing. I will say that it felt like the physical manifestation of taking an actual leap of faith and letting the fates do their thing.  It had me feeling like I can do anything and with that feeling, I will try to do everything...errr, maybe within reason of course.

So there it is and much longer than I expected.  My hopes and dreams written down, the things I want put out there in the universe. I will now go and do my thing and try to make it happen. However it goes down, I intend to have a lot of fun on the way.

http://olatoxic.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/day-27-nimi/

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 12

Early to bed, early to rise was suppose to be my motto. That didn't quite work out as it should have, I was late to bed and early to rise so a little tired for the workout. Hot water/chili pepper/lemon combo perked me up a little bit so the JM workout went relatively well. I faltered on a couple of exercises that I know I can do better on, so tomorrow is a new day. Squats & lunges went well. I set out to do 1min 40secs on the plank but only managed 1min 30secs (the actual time I was suppose to do), again tomorrow is a new day.
As of writing this, I've had 1.5ltr of water (excluding the 2 cups of herbal tea) and contemplating bedtime before 11pm...we'll see how that goes.

See you tomorrow!xx

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 10 & 11

I'll try not to make sipping days a habit but sometimes life gets in the way. Yesterday it was my first ever ice hockey game....kinda cool. There were a few scuffles but no fights, I'm not embarrassed to say I was a little disappointed by that. I expected it to be like the American movies & tv shows...you know a bit of extra excitement dagnamit!! Anyway missed posting yesterday so I'll do day 10 and 11 in one post.

Day 10: I decided to level up today. It's 5 days earlier than the original plan but I figured why not; it's a Saturday and if I need extra recovery I have time for it.

So level 3 of Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred. Errr..it was difficult. The cardio had a lot of resistance stuff mixed in; doing shadow boxing, butt kicks, jumping jacks with weights is....something (my dumbbells are only 3kgs right now but still...). All in all I was very pleased with myself.
Squat and lunge challenge all good, lunges were a tad harder after 25 but could be cos there are quite a few lunges in the JM workout. Plank was all good but 1min 10secs could not come quick enough...Lord help me when I get to the 2 minute week.
By the end of the workout I'd had 1 litre of water so I thought the second will be a breeze. Urrmm...that was not the case (I blame the lucozade I had at the game *shifty eye*) so by the end of day 10 I'd only consumed about 1.5ltr (including my standard hot water/lemon/pepper mix)

Day 11: For some reason my body was a tad tighter today than yesterday but I'm sticking to level 3 of the JM workouts for as long as I can.  My shoulders were indeed burning; the combination of travelling push-ups an walking planks straight after..kai! It is something. I do prefer this level (yeah, this may be where my masochism comes through ;) )....could be cos I feel like I'm pushing myself or because I really do like the resistance/strength stuff which level 3 has more of (although I prefer the ab work of level 2).
Squats and lunges challenge went quite well. I find lunges more challenging that squats so I tend to do them first. Today's challenge had 40 lunges, I did them in batches of 20 (20 lunges on one leg then swap to other leg and swap back for another 20)
Plank challenge was interesting (read: I misread the thing). Tomorrow's time is 1.5mins, I read that as 1min 50secs so today I decided to prepare myself by doing 1min 40secs!! Unfortunately I didn't do the full time, at 1min 22 secs I wondered why time was moving so bloody slow. Ended at 1min 22secs...I was a little sad I couldn't last another 7 seconds (nah, not really). All in all, a good workout was had.
At some point I'm going to do a food challenge but I'd rather not have too many at once which could cause me to lose focus (plus I need to prepare myself for than one...having restrictions on foods is an emotional thing! The opposite of my live and let live attitude to enjoyment!lol)
As of writing this I've had 1.5ltrs of water...will definitely try and get the 2 done by bedtime.

See you tomorrow!xx

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 7, 8 & 9

I didn't realize my last post was day 6. How time flies! I was in a foul mood day 7 so that may be why I didn't update & day 8 was just a busy one. I updated in the Facebook group https://www.facebook.com/groups/thirtyafterthirty/  (which is essentially my check-in) so I'll put the 3 days in one post.


Day 7:  Today was a little difficult. My head was not in it & my body was following suit. My first thought was that I need to change things up, the monotony is getting to me and the thought of exercise does not appeal even a little. My next thought as I tried to get off the bed was what exactly is going on from my legs to ankles. My calves felt so tight and ankles a little tender. I test things out with a couple of jumps, not so good which led me to the (much needed) change.
I decide on a Jillian Michael's yoga workout. It's called Yoga Meltdown and it is a little more dynamic that the traditional yoga practice. I remember doing it sometime ago and sweating buckets...it's a tough one. It definitely showed me I need to do a lot more stretching with the workouts, my body feels better already. And it helped with the squats and lunges...plank also went without incident.
Succeeded in drinking 2 litres of water


Day 8: Back to 30 Day Shred today. The change up was definitely a good idea. I felt better today.made all the difference. Watching the ankle a little but it's not too much high impact cardio & I tried to land softly on some exercise. Squat & lunges all good and I added an extra 10secs to the plank challenge.
Had 2ltrs of water but I think I should have had more due to alcohol consumption.... *whispers* I may have had a whole bottle of wine :)


Day 9: While I wouldn't go as far as saying I was excited to begin exercise, I will say I wasn't dreading it (unlike day 7). I have committed (read: resigned) to do this so I've told myself to stop whinging (in my head) & just get on with it.
Started off a little slow today but I think its the combo of alcohol last night and not enough sleep. I had 0.5ltr of water before I even attempted to do anything, and couple with my lemon and pepper tea it's helped quite a bit.
30 Day Shred was not bad. I feel stronger on quite a number of exercise sets. Lunges were not easy ans squats were quite alright. 1min 5secs of plank....not ad at all. I'll tell you of my tears when we get to the 2 minutes mark :)
As of writing this I've had 1.5ltrs of water....all in all, I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself all round today. could be that Friday feeling too. See you tomorrow!xx

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 6

Day 6: It's all going well so will so I'll write a little about the things I'm not doing well to compare it to how I'll do in day 15 (I want to level up from day 16).
So, JM 30 Day Shred squat thrusts: I don't like them, it may be the impact or that I'm not sure my form is correct so I keep switching to mountain climbers. The goal is to stop doing that & do the full sets of squats.
Military press & leg extensions: I'm pretty strong in these but I have lost balance a couple of times so don't want to do that anymore & I'd like to extend my leg even higher for a straight/level line.
Chair Squats with V-fly: This ones comes up at the end of the strength workouts so I know at this point my shoulders tend to be burning from the weights but I'd like to do all the weights lifts without pauses.
All in all there, is general improvements.

Plank rest day today. Squats were all good, but lunges were not so easy today (& we're only on 15!!). Music was brought to you by Bunny Mack's Let Me Love You (My Sweetie, My Sugar)

At this point I've had 1.25lts of water & I'm celebrating 30 days without coffee (though I'm now back in an office....may not be so easy to avoid!).

Hoping to keep up this pace (no rest days) for the entire 30 days....wish me luck and see you tomorrow :)!x

30 Day Plank & Squat/Lunge Challenge: Day 5

Procrastinated a little today but soon remembered that I'll soon be back in an office (after about 4 years), so need to learn/remember how to just get up and go if I want to have daily workouts in the morning.
Jillian Michaels workout was pretty good, recognizing better strength in some areas but I'm still disappointed in couple of bits that I believe I should be doing better on. No issues with the knee so that's all good.

The 50 squats were not bad at all but I'm thinking I may split them to morning and evening when they get up to 75 next week...we shall see. The 10 lunges were a breeze but this is how they lull you into a false sense of security!! Tricksters!!
Today's music was David Guetta & Estelle's One Love.

As of writing this I'm finishing up the 2ltrs of water. Have I mentioned how much I hate this constant peeing.....my very first thought everywhere I go to now is, "where is the toilet?", frustrating!!

Tomorrow will be a little trickier as I start in the office...the plan is to be up and exercised up very early....we'll see how that goes. I'm already exhausted writing it....it does mean a very early night for me, early to bed, early to rise & all that!! See you then :)