One Hundred & Seventy
I am trying so hard to get fit. I don't really care about getting thin. It's the fitness side that I want, the getting thin is just the plus. As someone can be big, but very, very fit. But I cannot get fit if my mum keep's cooking shit. Sunday, she suggested we have a fry up. Really? A fry up? If it was up to me, I'd live on those 99p noodles & pea's. I'm cool with that. I can't do any exercise tomorrow. It's driving me mad thinking about it. The wii isn't working due to a lost memory stick and my swim wear isn't clean or dried. I won't be able to get it all done by 8am tomorrow. I actually have no idea what I'm going to do tomorrow. Oh dear. My mum suggested that I join a boxing club because I do, admittedly have a huge love for boxing. Especially on the wii. I think it's because of how much it makes you sweat. You know your doing it right if your aching and your sweating. So I might actually take her up on that idea.
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