a day like so many others.. Having decided last night i was going to try and "get back into that early morning gym thing" (yeah man), i of course overslept and woke up too late for a work out. Determined not to be a total failure i managed to get to the Torture Palace in time for a swim.
No time for a steam today (bum!), so with my Waitrose strawberry, banana & yougurt smoothie in my hand and a semi smug grin at having achieved something by 8:30am, i headed off to the DLR, then the tube (since when did Janette Krankie work on the Northern line btw?)
If i'm brutally honest, and i do promise to try to be, or whats the point, i have done absolutley bugger all today. I am not in the mood.. All i can think of is getting on that plane to Scotland tomorrow after work... home..family.... friends....(one of them 6 months pregnant), and lots of rest and alcohol.. ahh
Ok so its 1:48pm and i've eaten some M&S healthy salad with chicken strips and a balsamic dressing.. bloody buggery pumkin seeds and bollocky sunflower seeds sprinkled ont top...how lucky am i?.. jeeez i could murder a whopper (although the least said about that at lunch time, the better! ;-) - All i can say, this bloody new "me" better start showing results fast, and i don't mean i want to see the Beechgrove garden hanging out my hoop later with all this foliage i'm eating! -
Ahh..my very good friend Mr Tourette (well thats not his name of course, but with what i'll write about him over the coming months potentially at best pissing him off, and at worst landing him inside, i feel its best we'll just refer to him as that or MT for short), .. he'd be so proud of me. Little does he know, i'm still so hungry i may just put parmesan on my own arm & chew it off...
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