Okay, so here's the thing...
I have *never* been to a gym in my life. It's just not me. I am possibly the most unfit bird in the whole of London. However I've come to the realisation that I need to do something about my ever expanding J.Lo.
(working from home does not help, nor does comfort eating in this cold weather)
So last weekend, whilst on a shopping spree in Notting Hill, I somehow found myself in Sweaty Betty, a funky sportswear shop... and walked out having spent £90 on lycra
And this morning, I actually phoned the gym at the end of my road and spoke to a membership consultant, who suggested I try out the "Body Pump" class tonight at 7.
OMG... so what is going on with me? I think I've been abducted by aliens. I swore blind I would never do the gym thing... in my mind gyms are too full of the 'beautiful people'. I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb.
What the hell is body pump anyway? This is gonna be really embarrassing isn't it? Someone please reassure me that I'm not about to make a complete and utter fool of myself...
I have *never* been to a gym in my life. It's just not me. I am possibly the most unfit bird in the whole of London. However I've come to the realisation that I need to do something about my ever expanding J.Lo.
So last weekend, whilst on a shopping spree in Notting Hill, I somehow found myself in Sweaty Betty, a funky sportswear shop... and walked out having spent £90 on lycra
OMG... so what is going on with me? I think I've been abducted by aliens. I swore blind I would never do the gym thing... in my mind gyms are too full of the 'beautiful people'. I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb.
What the hell is body pump anyway? This is gonna be really embarrassing isn't it? Someone please reassure me that I'm not about to make a complete and utter fool of myself...