Nerve wracking? Yes. Thought I was going to massively balls it up? 100%.
Nobody goes to spin classes for any other reasons than the promise of a slightly pertier arse and because we think we should.
An antiquated and absurd view that by thirty so much life shit should be order, and if it's not, put simply - we've fucked it.
I vow to stop spending my money going for drinks with people I deep down don't really enjoy the company of.
If I hear one more person say 'god, I just get so depressed at the end of the weekend', when in essence they've just got the hump that nothing decent is on after Dancing On Ice...
It feels like 1998 and I'm bloody loving it.
if you were to do a recce of my calorie intake over the last 8 days I'd qualify for World's Biggest Loser and give Rik Waller a run for his money.
You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.
I have found myself falling down the very dark, Love-Island-Instagram-Why-Is-Everyone-So-Beautiful-And-I-Look-Like-Rab-C-Nesbitt hole
That late twenties gap
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone
We make new friends every week in the smoking area of some hell hole dressed up like an All Bar One. And then one day we wake up, and something has changed.
...and it ain't a glittery muffin, thanks.
because exercise releases the happy things in your mind that help you turn Monday into Tuesday.