In an effort to be fit and fabulous for my upcoming social mingling disaster tomorrow night, I did a slight run on Sunday. I say ”slight” because I was actually walking but felt buoyed up by listening to my 80’s music on my walkman, and broke into a slow trot for most of the second chorus of ”Train of Thought” by A-ha. Now it is Tuesday, and I have pains in my legs, hips, back and arse (literally – I am actually struggling to sit down) and I am feeling frumpy and forty. I should be a triumph tomorrow!
To combat the fact that I am unable to move, rendering exercising out of the question, I am attempting to eat less and failing miserably. I cooked a batch of scones after my excessively not long run and then purchased jam and cream to go with them – delicious, but not diet material. I have also been suffering with chronic PMT and have had to turn to chocolate much more regularly than normal. So myself and my hormones should be in peachy form by tomorrow night.