My Affair With Jim

Okay, that should be gym but Jim caught your attention, didn’t it?

So, where to start? Once upon a time, long long ago (well, a couple of weeks before christmas) I embarked on my affair with gym. My aim was twofold: first to build up my calf muscles so the bottom of legs had more shape and didn’t resemble a ruler; second to get rid of those wobbly bits under my arms before my holiday in April.

Not a huge ask, one would think. Wrong.

According to my personal trainer (well he was all mine for an hour when we sorted out my fitness level and he devised my program) I’d picked probably the two hardest things to work on. He wasn’t to be detered. He put together a program for me that would’ve made grown men weep. But not me, because I had a goal, a reason d’etre.

At first I stuck rigidly to it, going to see gym 5 times a week. And man did I feel virtuous. After a while, however, the rosy glow began to wear off. I started to notice gym’s annoying habits and resented having to share him. Soon I was deviously working out ways for my program not to take so long…. like missing out some of the cardio and doing the weights for my arms both together instead of one at a time. Then I started to miss out whole exercises. And now…….

Well, now I’m at the stage where I put on my gym clothes in the morning (as previously) except I don’t actually get there more than a couple of times a week.

Anyway….. anybody heard of Oxycise….. I’m trying that next.

| Filed under Uncategorized

4 thoughts on “My Affair With Jim

  1. argh yes, the dreaded gym! I love having BEEN to the gym, cause I feel all good and glowy afterwards, but somehow it’s such a huge effort to actually, you know, go??

  2. Malcolm Sugar says:

    I see, sara, you forgot to mention I was the one who pointed you in the oxycise direction.
    Sounds good when all you have to do is breathe a certain way to burn up calories.
    Hey you can even burn calories while writing (and eating chocolate ginger and drinking the disgusting drink you love).

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.