My legs hurt. My arms hurt. My head hurts. I’m not even exaggerating. (Well maybe I am a little…)
The problem with the gym is the motivation to go. Once I’m there I enjoy it. Yeah, I’m a sadistic woman. But it’s true. As soon as I’ve got there I feel instantly better. As soon as I leave I feel agonising pain but that’s not the point.
Someone once said to me that maybe I make excuses for myself. I say I can’t do something but actually I can.
This is where the gym thing comes in. I say I can’t do it and that I haven’t got time for it but I have really. I just like to make excuses.
And now I’m hungry.