Friday, 24 October 2008


I have decided something. The key to positivity?


To this end, from this day forth, I shall make myself a daily list of things to accomplish. This should hopefully make rising from my pit in the morning easier and less like the birthing of a reluctant infant.

I started well this morning. I got up at 9 (well, 9.30), ate ryvita, drank pomegranate juice and then dragged my self to the gym for an hour and a half of pure, unadulterated sweating. Nice image for you all there (I say 'you all' in the vain hope that somebody, anybody is reading my half-hearted attempts at this thing they call 'blogging'. Who are 'they' anyway? Shut up Helen).

So yes, gym is done and dusted for today. I'm going to try and go 4 times a week. Emphasis on the word 'try' as me and the gym have a long history of falling out with each other. It's a love-hate relationship really. I hate the gym. The gym loves me for paying its exorbitant fees each month and keeping it in the manner to which it's accustomed (fancy machines and personal trainers who never eat, sleep or stop shouting/fake-tanning). Maybe if we spend a bit more time together I'll come to love and cherish it. Maybe not. (Did i just spend an entire paragraph personifying my gym? Why, yes I did! Get over it)

Other goals for today include eating soup, carrots and celery (and all other things wholesome and good), applying for 1 billion jobs (approx.) and attempting to tidy my room so I can at least see the floor.

Go team Helen.

Me at the gym earlier. Maybe.