Humm.

Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 2:51 am. 1 comment

For various unnamed reasons, my motivation to be fit, thin and cute has been renewed.  Aside from my recently acquired coke-zero habit (probably the best of the coke habits), my patterns should be easy enough to revert to their former, fitness focused glory.  I just have to avoid unhealthy food like the plague, drink copious amounts of water and resume my almost obsessive gym regime.

The first step is always easy.  Declaring there and then that you’re going to take a stand against fatness is simple.  Actually getting off your arse, out of the carefully sculpted and entirely effortlessly maintained bed-groove (a very similar concept to that of the couch-groove) is much harder than just talking about it.  Infact, I’d say it is -worlds- apart from talking about it.  With winter approaching steadily, coaxing myself out of my warm and exceptionally comfortable bed is a task I’m fairly sure even the likes of Hercules wouldn’t attempt.  He’d saunter up, hair all shiny and bare chest glistening, witness the look of utter satisfaction on my face, and realise that he’d set out to achieve the impossible.  Even if he tried, he’d get suckered in by the warmth and ease of bedpan use, and end up watching Grey’s Anatomy with me.

What can I say, it’s a particularly comfortable bed.