I survived last night’s personal training with Steve. Barely! I am stiff in places I’ve never had places before. I am grateful that we only did upper body last night, because if we’d done legs as well, my gait would have surely rivalled that of John Wayne.
Food wise, I still not hungry. And I’m still craving cake. And freshly brewed rooibos tea – which I’d make if I could lift the kettle! On Thursday evening I shall detach my legs from the rest of my body and send them to the gym on their own.
Seriously, if I don’t have a banging hot body after the ten sessions I’ve paid for, I’m going to eat an entire New York baked cheesecake in a single sitting.