Yay for me! I was up at sparrow's fart this morning. A return to the gym after three weeks of complete + utter slackness. I still have a strange desire to incinerate every cross-trainer on the face of the planet, but aside from that I feel positive.
(Don't know why there's any need to announce this to the world. Perhaps as a form of self-motivation. It's too early to be self-aggrandisement, but be assured that I will brag if I get back to a full routine. Nag me if you see me. Or just choose to ignore me.)
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The point dear was so you could make me feel bad because I cancelled my first appointment to go to that dreaded place tomorrow cause sausage is sick....but unfortunatley they convinced me to rebooked...I will be along side you burning those cross-trainers...why does it have to be so boring and uninviting!
I'm in no position to make anyone feel bad about exercise Toni! In fact, you can just look at me + feel better!
I did make it back to the house-of-horror this morning + managed to work up more sweat than on Tuesday. I'd love a partner in sweaty whinginess if we can find a time that suits us both! Having someone to hang with who is in someway like me - not a spray-tanned, bleached-blonde, size six - would be a definite plus in the motivation stakes. This morning's change room conversations included a benefit/cost comparison of acrylic versus gel nails, + an analysis of the true joys of pole dancing. It was like being transported to an alien world.
Yeah I love those nail conversations. They are up there with the mothers group cleaning products conversations!
I'd love to be your gym buddy and would love to have a gym buddy but I have had to join Fernwood over this side not the work gym cause it's too hard to get to it when I live over here and we only have one car plus it has somewhere for Mol to play while I throw my flab around :)
At least we know we're not alone when those size 6's come our way and can whinge about them here.
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