Mission Ripped.

Good evening.

I am back on the straight and narrow (sort of). I went to the gym yesterday and the gym today. I did plan on a morning run but slept right through my alarm as per so didn't have time before work. Hopefully tomorrow morning will be more successful. That is if I can walk again. Gotta say, I am walking like bambi after yesters and today. FEEL THE BURN. Have roped a friend into doing a spinning class with me next week. We hear they have disco lights so were naturally sold.

After work tomorrow I shall be back at the gym. This, my friends, shall be my summer. We call this mission ripped. Yesterday I was getting a distinct whiff of garlic sausage whilst on the cross trainer. At first I did fear it might be coming from me but I can now confirm, it was the man next to me. As soon as he got off the smell went with him. Panic over. Have to say, I quite like the gym. It is the only place where I feel like it is acceptable to be quite that sweaty...


Also have a small confession to make, I did say that I wouldn't be drinking any alcohols this summer but I have also agreed to go out this coming weekend. I mean, I have made a commitment to friends now and I would hate to go back on such a thing. I have the option of going out sober (for the first time in my life) and seeing how naff and dirty these places really are OR I can go out in my drunken dream bubble and think everything is fabulous then just suffer the consequences. I shall be going to go for the more appealing latter as the former sounds like badgers and bumholes. I am a girl who needs to throw her shapes and bust some moves. It's in my blood.

Shall let you know about my attempted morning run and how the gym goes tomorrow.

That is me for now...

Cheerio.