Went to gym. A new activity I’ve just started, can’t say it’s a welcome addition to my life. Therefore, I’m in and out within the hour – having timed my activities to perfection. Luckily the machines all come with a TV:
– bike 5mins
– treadmill 20mins – sometimes I have to stay on a bit longer if The Cube hasn’t finished, or if I’m in the middle of texting a friend
– 5 sets of 15 stomach crunches lifting 10lb – I know – unbelievable. Probably not doing it right. Probably meant to actually crunch something rather than just pull weights up and down
– cross trainer 20mins (5mins forward, 5mins backwards and repeat – been known on occasion to have been so engrossed in Homes Under the Hammer I’ve forgotten which way I’m going)
– swift exit – sometimes impeded by membership card refusing to let me out.
Not funny!
Came home, resisting temptation to stop and buy massive bar of chocolate on way. Middle of afternoon felt a bit peckish. Rummaged through kids’ sweet store in top cupboard and found a small bar of chocolate languishing at the back. Decided to liberate it.
Should’ve just bought massive one on way home from gym.
