This morning was, again, gym morning.
I slogged away and still felt like an elephant when Mrs Trim minced in flashing me snide glances. Yeah, I’m fighting a silent battle with her. And I will win.
(Because this is a silent battle I have no idea how I will win… Maybe one day I’ll stride in with my police uniform on, announce that, unlike some people, I have achieved my goals and am self motivated and happy and that I do not rely on putting other people down to make myself feel good. Or maybe I’ll just lose a bit of weight and stop going to the gym. That’s more likely.)