I slobbed out infront of the telly this evening with Isa. Lots of fun, except, Ten Years Younger was on, and the combination of bad skin at the moment, the new Boden catalogue and the hope of a summer, eventually, one day, got me to thinking: I have to go back to the gym, and I have to go on a diet.
Babysteps: I signed on with ediets. I've paid, so I have to follow the flipping recipe plans, now.
Step 2: get me to the gym. At least once this weekend? That way I don't have to worry about anyone else breathing down my neck as I do things.
In better news than self-deprivation, I've been ironing out the plot holes in the book. Might actually write something soon.
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