fist pumpin' baby

So, it seems the sun has woken from it's slumber (however temperamental and unreliable he is) and as is typical typical, the diet/healthy living plan must commence. MUST. The need to get Jersey Shore is so great; my discipline however, leaves more than a lot to be desired.

I have a fridge overflowing with houmous and apples and Danone Activia yoghurts, yet still insist on walking to the shop (walking's good) and buying treat after treat, the gorging then ensues (gorging's bad.) then I wake up the following morning, guilt ridden and still full...not good.

And as the days creep by, sooner or later I will be engulfed by a fully fledged summer, and I won't possess a super toned tum, but a belly, and no one wants a belly.

For once in my life, I’d like to be truly happy with myself (an unachievable goal I am aware, as even if I dropped to a size 6, something else would bother me, my toes perhaps) I’d like to be fit, and healthy and toned. The worst thing is, I enjoy going to the gym, I enjoy working out and eating well, but little things such as no job and the uncertainty of my living arrangements this summer (home home or uni home?) leaves me unable to join the gym, and cease this lazy living. As soon as my arrangements are sorted I can at last get beautiful.

I can't wait to have less time on my hands.

Until anon x