Nothing is more important than those extra inches and 4 more can make all the difference. I bought a new TV yesterday and got rid of the old tired massive box that has been in my flat since I moved in nearly 5 years ago. Very little has changed since then except for the occasional lightbulb and candle or fake plant or real plant that I managed to kill with ease.
So this new TV is slightly bigger than before but it's flat and light and my iStation looks like a mini version of it sitting beside it. I'm thrilled, I'm seeing sights I've not seen before and I'm loving the sleekness and dark style of it.
On top of that I'm not long in from the gym. I finally plucked up the courage to talk to a personal trainer. I get incredibly intimidated when going to the gym, these guys are well defined, very fit and their physique seems almost god like. I talk to Stephen's trainer sometimes but I thought "Bugger it" and tonight as I minced upstairs for a BodyPump class, I clocked the hot trainer. We had all commented at how delicious he looked and he's offering half price sessions for January. Not only is he hot but cheap. Although I think his prices go up a fair bit. However, I'm going to splash out a bit for a while and see what effect he has on me. From talking to him - I think he will kick my ass. He talked about my destination and I've to keep a diary and all sorts - my first session is next week and already I'm nervous. I'm getting fitter but definitely could do with some direction in getting better results - I'm eating healthier but with this concentration on defining and toning and losing a few pounds then I will feel much happier! I did say to the guy that he doesn't know what he's letting himself in for but I'm sure he's seen worse and got results. We shall see! I have a few goals - I'm off to London at the end of March to see a few shows and catch up with my mate Rod - we're going partying and I am determined that I stay til the bitter end and have a ball. Then in May it's New York baby - I can't wait and want to be in tip top shape for these trips - 2 big cities with loads of hot guys - I intend to have a tale from two cities when I get back from them!!
Last night I got back in touch with a guy I have vaguely seen for the past few months on and off. Sort of a fuck bud but sort of wants to chat and every text has the words "Happy Days" in it - he's either a fan of The Fonz or is being sarcastic or is happy most days - I can't decide from the context of the texting. So he delighted in telling me that he's off to Johannesburg next week for 6 weeks with work and is in Bahrain this week - I was completely thrilled, especially when I'd quite like to get up close and personal with him. We have made some tentative plans to meet up and "watch a dvd" which could be a "Happy Days" code but means "buttfuck" instead. Whatever happens, the guy's a bruiser whom I've affectionately called Grant Mitchell because he's as burly as the said character from Eastenders and looks like he could rip half of Bahrain a new arsehole but is actually a gentle guy who like the Dreamgirls movie soundtrack a lot. I've still to properly educate him that Jennifer Holiday is miles ahead of Jennifer Hudson.
Listening to - Big Girls Don't Cry - Nick Skitz (BodyPump 68)
Monday, January 26, 2009
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