Now, I'm not expecting Tony to come dressed up in red Lycra, but I am a little worried. Today, I'm in at work for 7.45am, mainly because I couldn't sleep. I wanted to sleep, I wanted to snooze, but the thought of having to work out today with Tony made me get up and come into work. I packed my 'gym' bag last night, it popped the zip it was stuffed so full. I only had a small towel, tracksuit bottoms, top and a hoodie. It's my Biggest Loser hoodie, well... my pretend one. All in 5xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxl sizes. The pants are far too big, they drag on the floor, that's excuse no. 1. So when they catch in the exercise bike I can fall off the bike and pretend I can no longer walk. Trouble is, I already tried to tell Tony yesterday I had a broken leg, but he didn't listen.
One of the kids, (I say kids, he's in his late 20's) is now a taxi driver and he gave me a lift in today. He was off to play golf, having recently passed the knowledge. It was nice to see him, but he didn't quite get why I at first refused the offer for a lift. The walk in is one of my only work outs so far. So I suppose I am a little worried about today as well as really hoping that it gets me mentally enthused so that I can burn this huge load of fat off.
I have no real idea what he has in store for me. I think he is looking forward to beating me up in the 'gym' as it were. I do know that he wasn't to do 'the pads' so I shall be boxing the crap out of it. My tea this morning just doesn't have any taste! Signing off and hopefully won't be signing on from hospital after a heart attack!
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