yah yah, here he goes again: further confessions of a hasbeen!

I went to the gym yesterday.

I brought my lunch to work today; having made dinner at home last night.

I refused a chocolate covered licorice stick today (simply to die for taste).

I have on my refrigerator door, two pictures of my stomach, profile and head on (as in horrific car crash). One is labelled "Go to Gym I," the other, "Go to Gym II." I am far too shamed to post them here as I considered briefly.

My belly now hangs over the waistband of my troozers. [and yes it is possible to be a stick man and be "fat" (have a dangerous to health belly) -- they're called middle aged Scots, actually]

Wish me luck. I hate all cardio but running, which I can't do. I've come to LOVE the free time in the evenings (made available by stopping regular gym attendance) and am already resenting, after one visit, giving that time back to the gym, which I only ever liked because it made my running better...

I'll give it a month on my own, then I'm going to go the personal trainer route again. Ka-ching!$$$$$

I will not become a permanently out of shape person -- yah, yah, yah, blahblahbl...